That night in his den he smoked many pipes. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. ‘I’ll make it, miss. It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. Anyhow, ten minutes after I get to work I'll be rumpling it. He's neighbourly; he has a jingle for every ache and joy I've had. “Yes. Work becomes distasteful; one thinks of holidays. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true.
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