ToC
On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of eleven,
the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter of the Borough
of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man, with a lantern in
his hand, appeared at the threshold. Taber
did not leave all his money in the office. "Oh! you did, did you?" said the janizary. She
was not altogether surprised when she found a deer,
gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers,
on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. In Europe or in America people would have
smiled; but in Singapore—the half-way port of the world—where a human
kaleidoscope tumbles continuously east and west, no one had remarked her. She reeled in excitement, she unzipped
his pants while kissing him, trying not to let herself stop
touching him as she unclothed him. She threw hat and coat on the bed and sat down before the fire. And
where was that devil? Had the soldiers found him? She could not think he had
escaped, for she had only just made it into the passage as they entered the library. Never in this world! Let
the hotel people take care of him; it's their affair.
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