She pushed him gently on the chest. He backed away from her. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. On the way home he was still thoughtful. I will tell you our plans on the way to the station. So the talk went on. His fatigue was tacitly understood within the family; it was a phenomenon which everyone acknowledged as related to the trades. To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton.
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