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who abhors the Yellow race and has an excellent Chinese cook.
“ A decent sort of lad to look at,” I observe.
“ Ugh! A Heathen Chinee; as big a scoundrel as the rest; perhaps worse, if one only knew the truth.”
“You don't know, then?”
“Know! Sir, nobody can know.
Why, this fellow has no name; he comes from no place.
How am I to guess how many people he has stabbed, how many periods he has spent in jail?
If I enquire, he tells me lies.
The rascal says he has never stabbed man or woman, and has never been a day in jail.
Look at the wretch as he skips round that lady's chair.
No doubt, he has two knives concealed under his white smock.”
“ Give him the benefit of that doubt.”
“No, Sir, I will give him nothing but his wages.
So much work, so much pay; that is the end of our agreement.
Take my word for it, that fellow in his own country was either a thief, a rebel, or a slave.
Those Chinese won't send us their best people.
Guess they have no mandarins to spare.”
A man who hears such gossip in the clubs and at
1875.
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