His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. modern. He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of mine, and in some distress. One of his chair coolies had witnessed the transportation of Spurlock by stretcher to the sampan in the canal. I looked upon you from the first as the most promising of my pupils.
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