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low room, thick and heavy with the brown opium smoke, and terraced with wooden
berths, like the forecastle of an emigrant ship.
Through the gloom one could dimly catch a glimpse of bodies lying in strange
fantastic poses, bowed shoulders, bent knees, heads thrown back, and chins pointing
upward, with here New Balance M1300DG and there a dark, lack-lustre eye turned upon the newcomer. Out
of the black shadows there glimmered little red circles of light, now bright, now faint,
as the burning poison waxed or waned in the bowls of the metal pipes. The most lay
silent, but some muttered to themselves, and others talked together in a strange,
low, monotonous voice, their conversation coming in gushes, and then suddenly
tailing off into silence, each mumbling out his own thoughts and paying little heed to
the words of his neighbour. At the farther end was a small brazier of burning
charcoal, beside which on a three-legged wooden stool there sat a tall, thin old man,
with his jaw resting upon his two fists, and his elbows upon his knees, staring into the
As I entered, a sallow Malay attendant had hurried up with a pipe for me and a
supply of the drug, beckoning me to an empty berth.
"Thank you. I have not come to stay," said I. "There is a friend of mine here, Mr. Isa
Whitney, and I wish to speak with him."
There was a movement and an exclamation from my right, and peering through the
gloom, I saw Whitney, pale, haggard, and unkempt, staring out at me.
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"Of what day?"
"Of Friday, June 19th."
"Good heavens! I thought it was Wednesday. It is Wednesday. What d'you want to
frighten a chap for?" He sank his face onto his arms and began to sob in a high treble
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