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I’ve had it, Sheila. To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. I did what I could to comfort her but she died in terrible pain. Who is to say that I am not André Valade, an obscure relation of the late vicomte.
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