I—In fact, I dislike him extremely. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. ‘That is my mother. . Not my affair, of course, but I think we ought to teach them more or restrain them more. Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells. "Ay, murder him, if you like the term," returned Wild. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner.
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