THE SIAMESE CAT
hour turmoil of junks and launches to the brick-red hills beyond Kowloon, and said: "I'll bet her aunts were from New England." He laughed, remembering their prim, cool glances. And she herself had been dressed in blue and white things.…
What nonsense! Back to work, hammering at the keyboard: "… in my opinion, therefore, best to sacrifice a little of H. K. profits and get a bigger start in the provinces, with more of the following chops: 'Dragon-pearl,' 'Long Life,' 'Monkey-Bird' …" He ticked manfully onward.
Again by chance: on a steamer bound for Saigon, as he stepped out of his bath, a roll threw him plump against a burly man in a green silk kimono.
"Hello! No harm done!" boomed a cheerful bass. The man was a broad six-footer, with a short, vigorous, grizzled beard parted
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