Dec. 4.—As I walked the outer streets of the French Concession this morning the old phrase "rus in urbe" came to my mind, so I watched for every trace of the old country which I knew so well before mud paths gave way to modern "tarmac." There were little black-tiled cottages standing cheek by jowl with great apartment houses, and managing to look quite unashamed: there was "Green Bamboo Villa"....a lovely thought for hot and stuffy nights....but, alas,
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