What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point.

If it came at all, it was as fleeting as the girl's smile.
The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind.

The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey.
The girl wished that she had come afoot, despite the knowledge that she would have suffered many inconveniences, accidental and intentional jostling, insolence and ribald jest.

The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the _fan-quei_--foreign devil.

The chair was torture.
It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest.