” He replied cheerfully. I understand nothing of what you say. behind the Laundromat. Here, it might be anything at all. One gets drawn into things. ’ At a quarter past eleven I returned here with this gentleman, Mr. " But he searched in vain. Better even than these. As he passed along the main thoroughfare, he heard his own name pronounced, and found that it was a hawker, crying a penny history of his escapes. The individual twist was always there, even in the cleverest forgeries. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind.
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