The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was almost buried beneath the pile. Pretty good stuff, some of it. Later in the evening she heard him whistling, poor man! She felt very restless and excited. He rang the doorbell, even though she had already cracked the door for him. This she would not endure. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. You know nothing of life, nothing of its dangers, nothing of its possibilities. No; she'd never go back. . She answered slowly. He was followed by a great pile of black organs, hers, her female parts. The girl was pretty, and apparently a lady. Lord, what a state I was in! Night after night I sat there, I watched her come in, I watched her go.
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