It was exactly as Sebastian had foreseen. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. It seemed older than Rome, and the stone covering it gave resistance. I always wondered why he bought my mother's pearls so readily. 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.
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