We went across the river to the cement works, Dr. Sun's headquarters. A number of soldiers were busy unpacking a small field-gun from a launch, and others, very, smart-looking, presented arms as we walked up the jetty.
In contrast with his subordinate Dr. Sun was looking remarkably brisk and well. He has lost flesh and his hair is grey. But his eyes were bright and his whole manner suggested alertness and even enjoyment of the harassing life he leads.
Most of our conversation was taken up with Dr. Sun's determination to get control of the Kuangtung and Kuangsi Customs, unless the Diplomatic Body will secure for him the provinces' share of the surplus, as in 1919-20. This question has been sufficiently discussed elsewhere in these columns.
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