Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. It is not a dissipated face. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight.
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