” She said as the car stopped. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. ” “Is that bad?” A shade of concern deepened on Shari’s face. His commissions this day would not fill his metal pipe with one wad of tobacco. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest.
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