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 to understand. Now anybody could love Hung Long Tom, who told the most delightful fairy tales and recited odd bits of Chinese verse that were haunting.

Scobee did not understand such poetry but he loved it. It sounded beautiful as Hung Long Tom recited it and beauty was all that Scobee lived for. Beauty in the sky, beauty in a garden, beauty in a picture or in a fragrant