The rickshaw fare is 10 cents to the second place we are to visit, but the scene, both outside and inside, strikingly different. No longer are we distant from foreign places—the din of North Szechuen Road honkytonks is faintly audible from time time and the reflection of garish lights is visible in the sky." This "tourist " recognizes the narrow street as one which has figured in many a sanguinary battle in the small hours of the morning: we are still in Chinese territory and at the end of the road is a good-sized cinema. It is the neighbourhood of a one-time notorious "Bucket of Blood.
Entering the place we want to visit Is surprisingly easy and it Is only a matter of seconds before we are in the very centre of operations. Immediately it inspires horror: there is a natural impulse to run away. For the scene, so abruptly unfolded Their general colour was much the same as that of the tits T have mentioned, and they may have been a young brood. They continued their cheerful song, moving gradually over from one set'of trees to another till they disappeared.
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