You know not what a
wretched guilty thing I am. '—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every
glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. “Heavens!” she exclaimed. His interest was divided: while his ears drank
in the sounds, his glance constantly roved from Ruth to the performer and back
to Ruth. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which
she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men
working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in
what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. He opened the door of still another room, in one corner of which was a grand
piano. ‘Well, shan’t I come to the major’s house up Stratton Street, sir?’
‘I’ll give the major your report, Trodger. The likeness was
ridiculous.
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