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She is a fortune-teller and a vessel for man’s pleasure. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them. Take me to the Stone Room. . The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. “No man can realize,” she said, “what that pit can be. I came to London to look for you, and somehow the figure I saw in my dreams had got mixed up with you. Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately sharpening the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf. " "I imagine I've been in a kind of trance. You left Hong-Kong at night, by way of the Pearl River, and arrived in Canton the next morning.
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