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his rice-culture, to be able to nurse any unfriendly feelings towards me.
He was the busiest specimen of a Laosian I ever met, always having something to do. The first thing in the morning he would go and gather a few flowers, put them on a tray, with rice or fish, and make his daily offering to the priests. I never knew him to miss
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this duty once, and always watched for his return from the Wat, with a self-satisfied half-smile on s 1com placent Mephistophelean visage. His portrait, w 10 13 given above, is a perfect likeness of him, represen m0 him in his favourite attitude, as he used to cAn*e in? A my room when I called him, with an inquiring j
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