Tales of Chinatown by Sax Rohmer
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page 282 of 378 (74%)
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singular cloak in which hypnotically he had enwrapped me seemed
to drop, and I found myself clutching the edge of the table and staring into the gray face of the speaker. I became suddenly aware of the babel of voices about me, of the noisome smell of Malay Jack's, and of the presence of Jack in person, who was inquiring if there were any further orders. I was conscious of nausea. "Excuse me," I said, rising unsteadily, "but I fear the oppressive atmosphere is affecting me." "If you prefer to go out," said my acquaintance, in that deep voice which throughout the dreadful story had rendered me oblivious of my surroundings, "I should be much favoured if you would accompany me to a spot not five hundred yards from here." Seeing me hesitate: "I have a particular reason for asking," he added. "Very well," I replied, inclining my head, "if you wish it. But certainly I must seek the fresh air." Going up the steps and out through the door above which the blue lantern burned, we came to the street, turned to the left, to the left again, and soon were threading that maze of narrow ways which complicates the map of Pennyfields. I felt somewhat recovered. Here, in the narrow but familiar |
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