Chapter fourBy the time we retired I had not been disappointed in those expectations.
This apartment boasted two bedrooms, a kitchen and toilet facilities and the living room. I bunked down on the living room floor with an old, and, I am forced to report, a somewhat thin and threadbare blanket. To saythat to an old campaigner such things are commonplace is surely redundant by this time in the narrative of Dray Prescot. The rest of the apartments in this building were on the same frugal scale. Household slaves would remove the night soil in the morning, and water would be brought up.
When I tackled the question of slavery, I was partially mollified to hear Wanlicheng express the opinion that one person ought not to be able to own another. To this Xinthe nodded approval; but then in her fe
