She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. “What can one say?” she exclaimed. E. I—I hurt myself. The scrutiny of any strange man provoked a sweaty terror. “I tell my Mom everything. ‘It is the life I know. The sing-song girls in Hong-Kong are far handsomer. ’ ‘Ah, that was an affair altogether different,’ she explained and fluttered her long lashes at him. For a time they were very difficult.
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