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Chapter Six. Death in the Rain |
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opium smoking not harmful to Chinyang |
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Chinyang, though an opium-smoker, was the soul of honesty, and I would not have hesitated to entrust hundreds of rupees to his care. How little harm his opium did him, I learnt to my discomfiture on many an arduous march. Yongang, his friend and my other most important informant in those first weeks, was also an addict of this vice. But for men such as Chinyang and Yongang, the smoking of opium can hardly be called a vice, for the effects never hindered their work or upset their moral balance |
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No one drinking his nightly two whisky and sodas has the right to object to Chinyang's or Yongang's opium. |
