Francis Worcester Doughty

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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

Instead of taking the street on which the consulate was situated, I had unwittingly turned down the next one, and now it seemed almost too late to repair my blunder, for the mob had turned the corner, and, catching sight of us, were rushing on like so many mad dogs, shouting as they came in a fashion that was anything but reassuring.
“This is a bad business. We are going wrong!” I burst out.
I could feel his hand tremble as he clutched my arm.
“Don’t tell me that,” he panted. “You don’t know what it is to be differently made from other men.
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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

Now, I thought I knew something about a Cambodian mob, for only the week before I had seen an unfortunate Chinaman chased through the streets of Panompin and almost torn limb from limb, though for what offense I did not learn, and I saw at a glance that unless something was done, and that pretty quickly, the man who had appealed to me would be beyond need of help.
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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

Any one is at liberty to visit the pagoda; the prejudices of religion sit very lightly upon these Cambodians. I was just debating whether it would not be a good idea to climb the steps and look down upon Panompin by moonlight, when a sudden shouting behind aroused me from my reverie and set me on the alert at once.
There was some excitement further down the street; I could see an angry crowd surging, and almost in the same instant I caught sight of a tall figure running toward me. It was the man with the concealed face.
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