Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. He made Hong-Kong at dusk: wet, hungry, and a bit groggy for the want of sleep; but he was in no wise discouraged. ‘You see,’ he pursued blandly, ‘I lead a life of the most intolerable boredom. “You come into these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. She flew up the covered stairs and knocked upon his door. If she wanted men to battle beasts in combat, a festival arose for them to battle for her. That’s— that’s my private life.
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