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Chapter 8 The philosopher had not yet retired, but was lying on the lounge reading the latest edition of “The Pekin Gazette;” and the contraction of his eyebrows was a certain indication that the paper was paying a compliment to the reigning dynasty of Tsing. Kin-Fo pushed open his door, entered the room, threw himself on an arm-chair, and, without other preamble, said,— “Wang, I have come to ask you to do me a service.” “Ten thousand services,” answered the philosopher, letting fall the paper. “Speak, speak, my son! speak without fear; and, whatever they may be, I will render them.” “The service I require,” said Kin-Fo, “is one of that kind that a friend can render but once; and when it is done, Wang, I will excuse you from the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine others. And I