\" Mark was tall and skinny, a mop of brown hair over a pillar of freckles. Drummond took up a cigarette and lit it. “You needn’t be anxious about that! I shall contrive to live. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. The opiate has done its duty.
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