The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. “Mind my smoking?” said Roddy. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk.
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