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Page 14 - Sax Rohmer writes: Yet here [Limehouse] lies a secret quarter, as secret and as strange, in its smaller way, as its parent in China which is called the Purple Forbidden City.... there was nothing which could have told the visitor that he had crossed the border line dividing West from East and was now in an Oriental town. 13 English opium-smokers were even Orientalized by narcotic use; for Dickens's John Jasper, the opium den is charged with "contagion...
Page 159 - There was nothing in its appointments, as revealed in the light of an oil lamp burning on the solitary table, to distinguish it from a thousand other such apartments which may be leased for a few shillings a week in the neighbourhood.
Page 170 - The place, which was quite palpably an opium den, must have disappointed anyone familiar with the more ornate houses of Chinese vice in San Francisco and elsewhere.
Page 73 - An unsavoury den was Malay Jack's, where flotsam of the river might be found. Yellow men there were, and black men and brown men. But all the women present were white.
Page 157 - I struck a match. It revealed my ruffianly looking companion — in whom his nearest friends must have failed to recognize Mr. Paul Harley of Chancery Lane.
Page 73 - He descended three Stairs, and entered a room laden with a sickly perfume compounded of stale beer and spirits; of greasy humanity — European, Asiastic, and African; of cheap tobacco and cheaper scents; and, vaguely, of opium.
Page 71 - I'll charge you with resisting and obstructing an officer of the law in the execution of his duty.
Page 158 - ave yer been, old son?" growled Harley, in that wonderful dialect of his which I had so often and so vainly sought to cultivate. "You look as though you'd 'ad one too many already.
Page 266 - Women fol» lowed him as children followed the Pied Piper; he courted none, but was courted by all. He would glance aside with those black, slanting eyes, shrug in his insolent fashion, and turn away. And they would follow. God knows how many of them followed — whether through the dens of Limehouse or...