There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. A strong coarse man, and there were things in his eyes which made my blood run cold with terror. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner.
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