Using the shirt, she cleaned away the blood. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. The necessity of defending herself and assuming a confident and secure tone did much to dispell the sense of being exposed and indefensible in a huge dingy world that abounded in sinister possibilities. At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street.
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