She drew a long breath. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. You skulk in shadows, following an émigré. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find.
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