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" He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot. “I don’t know. ’ ‘Aye, but she don’t reckon to militiamen. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on flinging—such considerations to the wind. But it was extraordinary what seemingly irrelevant things could restore her to the thought of Capes again. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon. 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. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. It is always on his person. He struck out from the shoulder, and the man measured his length upon the pavement.
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