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He shuddered and turned away.

As he was leaving he noticed a long strip of faded red silk, with some Chinese letters on it, which Jim-Eng had just fastened to one of the pillars.
"What's that ?" he asked.
"That," said Jim-Eng, in his colourless voice, "that is the name of the house.

All the same like my house.

Very good name." Ford looked at him for awhile and went away.