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117 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1887
An Orient nation that can fill a cupboard tidily is a nation to bow down to. Upstairs I went by a staircase of grained wood and lacquer, into rooms of rarest device with circular windows that opened on nothing, and so were filled with bamboo tracery for the delight of the eye. The passage floored with dark wood shone like ice, and I was ashamed. (p. 103)
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Here was colour, form, food, comfort, and beauty enough for half a year's contemplation. I would not be a Burman any more. I would be a Japanese -- always with O-Toyo -- in a cabinet workhouse on a camphor-scented hillside.
'Heigh-ho' said the Professor. 'There are worse places than this to live and die in. D'you know our steamer goes at four? Let's ask for the bill and get way.'
Now I have left my heart with O-Toyo under the pines. Perhaps I shall get it back at Kobe. (p. 105)