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Portrait of Melville Davisson Post Melville Davisson Post Walker of the Secret Service — XIII. The Symbol (1924)

Swank made a vague gesture,—a languorous moving of his hand over his threadbare knee.
“One should not consider a reward for aiding others in distress; besides my resources were very low at the time, and American gold in the East was at a premium.”
“Too hungry to trade, eh, what?” said Bow Bell. “I have been like that; but you must have been damned hungry, Colonel. Gawd! You must have been starved to the bone ... cut along. Was it night?”
“It was evening,” continued Colonel Swank. “Night was coming on by the time I had persuaded Major Dillard to come with me.
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Portrait of Melville Davisson Post Melville Davisson Post Walker of the Secret Service — XIII. The Symbol (1924)

The steel hull was covered with rust; the stack leprous, and the metal devices of the deck newly covered with a cheap paint.
There was no breath of air in the world, either to disturb the immense placidity of the sea or to vary the thin line of smoke vaguely blending into the distant sky line.
Two men sat against a drum on the rear of the ship. If one had been searching the world for types of the worst human derelicts, the search would have ended at the drum on the rear of this tramp.
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Portrait of Melville Davisson Post Melville Davisson Post Walker of the Secret Service — XIII. The Symbol (1924)

You used to be a faro dealer in Hongkong until you got too cursed crooked for even a Chinese gambler to stand you.”
Colonel Swank did not resent this digression.
“For a week,” he said, “I remained in the Monastery as a guest of the Viceroy. I was treated like a prince. I dined on roast quail covered with clotted cream, and candied rose leaves; and then I was given a present for Major Dillard and sent on to the American Division. I traveled in a chair like an envoy, parallel to, but at some distance from, the line of march, and I overtook him before he reached Pekin.”
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