In fiction you make the Chinese secretive, criminal, and terrible—or comic. The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders. Husbands and wives, young lovers, and mothers with strollers thronged in the streets, all savoring the fine cool weather. Above her head was an aura of white fire.
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