No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. ‘If he needed sanctuary, it raises grave doubts about his activities. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. ‘Truth is, it’s Gerald who’s put me in the devil’s own temper, ma’am. God, Lucy, that’s the stuff people wear to Phys. If you don’t like it, I won’t be mad, I promise.
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