She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. Her English was halting. Assessing him as harmless, she had remained friendly, albeit aloof. ” The man smiled at him. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. "More slang," he said. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself. ” She shook her head. “Well?” “I don’t care a rap for all these things. You won't refuse me, I'm sure; so no more need be said about the matter.
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