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His salutation was cordial, and his voice was low, the tones being exquisitely modulated. The lower lids of his eyes were inflamed, and of a light red color. In the entrance to a saloon at the corner of Mott street, stood, waiting for me, a fair-faced young man with a sparse corn-colored moustache. God, who mutely rules the destinies of the inhabitants of Chinatown. Excerpt from The Demon of the Orient and His Satellite Fiends of the Joints: Our Opium Smokers as They Are in Tartar Hells and American Paradises
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