There's a hundred pounds too
much. Here was a poor half-naked
creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand,
seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. In any
case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main
quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. He turned. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he
expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. He lost control of the machine, was upset and nearly killed. "I could hang him now if I liked. “Dyed!”
“And your figure?”
“One’s corsetière arranges that. ‘That is settled then. CHAPTER X. “Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to
that dance, you know. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses.
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