The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. "But it wants something here. Let alone a girl. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. Ah Cum was not a sailor, but he knew his water-front. He seemed years younger, and the arrangement of his tie and hair were almost rakish. He had but to give his orders. Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of devastation. Naturally you shout yourself hoarse when she has finished, and feel jolly pleased with yourself. Would you like to see them at work?" "Lead on, Macduff!" Ah Cum raised the skirt of his fluttering blue silk robe and stored the bill away in a trouser wallet. There is the key. Like a river swollen by many currents, it gathered force from the various avenues that poured their streams into it.
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