" "Don't stir, or they'll chain you to the wall," said his mother detaining him. At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. She awoke at 11:12 am, her foster sister snoring in the bed across the room. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol.
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