’ ‘Damn you, answer me!’ Her eyes flashed. They've paid for their lodging. Mac—the old gossip—knew about everything going on in that part of the world; and if Enschede was anything up to the picture the girl had drawn, McClintock would have heard of him, naturally. Their conversation became stilted. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. Even if she has to work two jobs to do it.
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