’ ‘For God’s sake,’ protested his junior. " "But it is the sight of you!" "All right, Hoddy. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. "I never told anybody," she went on. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts.
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