"To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. If you can tell me nothing I don’t already know, so be it. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. “Very well,” he said, “I will go. You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time.
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