A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls. It was hard to meet that gaze. " "Six," he corrected. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. Having once more got into the chimney, he climbed to a level with the ward above, and recommenced operations as vigorously as before.
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