Instead, they lived a Bohemian existence, moving from patron to patron, city to city. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below. Can I give him any message for you?” “Thank you,” Anna answered. He was nearly wincing. They WERE weird. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest.
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