Someone's outside knocking at the door. Open the door quickly and see, if it's Mr. Wong, and not a beggar.

I pull her to pay, when, suddenly, I was reminded of the outside of the beggar.

Fuck the panhandlers grubbing for money, smiling at me behind my back.

I had come to his door no better than a beggar and little more than a child, he had met me with treachery and violence.

This is a beggar sent it?