Book1:TeDream-Maker (第390/711页)

ssionandbrokenbonesandneedsalotofmoopayhishospitalbills.Iamtryingtohelphim．Ihopedtowinatthegamblingtable,butnoluck!Ilostmyshirt．Sotheonlyceleftformewastosteal.”

    "Jamaz?Youmeantheservantinthathousebythekewhofelldownthedder?"

    "Yes．Doyouknowhim?"

    "No.”Themanwasathief,thoughtDimitri，buthewasloyaltohisfriendsandthereforeworthhelping．"What’syourname?"

    "RichardChao.”

    "eheretomorrowintheeveningandImayhavesomemoneyforyou.”

    "Really?Youwill?"

    "I’lldomybest.”

    "Ok．I’llbeheretomorrowevening．Thankyousomuch”saidRichardahenarrowalleyresumeditsaryserenity．

    Thecold,refreshingraysofthecrystalclearmoonshohroughtheopeningoftheshelterontoDimitri’sold,patched-upbedding,b