The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he
expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. "A bad business this, Van," observed Baptist, with a prolonged shake of the head. —The general who gives an order for wholesale carnage never sleeps
a wink the less soundly for the midnight groans of his victims, and we should
deride him as a coward if he did. "Love me, love my dog! Because
I've scolded him and told him a few truths, you are ice to me. If you hang Jack Sheppard,
you'll cut off the flower o' the purfession. What isn’t
a day-dream is this: that you and I are going to put an end to flummery—and
go!”
“Go!” said Ann Veronica, clenching her hands. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet
lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman
eyes.
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