‘One thing at a time, missie. He recoiled from the sting. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. She whispered, “Another car is coming,” as lights approached their car. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks 90 in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a storm.
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