The music confused and distracted her, and made her struggle against a feeling of intoxication. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ’ ‘Very good, ma’am. “The real reason why I am out of place here,” she said, “is because I like men. ” “Quite charming apartments,” Miss Stanley admired; “charming! Everything is so pretty and convenient. " The air in the narrow street, which was not eight feet wide, swarmed with smells impossible to define; but all at once the pleasantly pungent odour of Chinese incense drifted across the girl's face, and gratefully she quickened her inhalations. " "'Thou shalt take no satisfaction for the life of a murderer which is guilty of death, but he shall surely be put to death'," said Wood referring to another text. They had chosen to deliberately and wickedly insult a lady who had done her best to entertain them for many weeks.
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