He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped
vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. He pulled
on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse
logo, his brown socks, and shoes. She had never been to the opera before except as one of a
congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and
women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large
sense of space and ease in her present position. The silence of Canton at
night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly
boil out. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius
through the mud. "You've given me more than the amount, Sir Rowland," he said, after he had
twice counted them, "or I've missed my reckoning.
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