’
‘How do I know that?’ demanded Jack. Her English
was halting. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. He did not so much cut into this conversation as
loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. The silence of Canton at
night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly
boil out. Sheppard, somewhat alarmed by this
preamble. "
"My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the
woollen-draper. If he escapes at all, it must
be before our faces. The next weekend arrived and she made her decision. ”
He paused. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and
she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. “I mean to,” she replied.
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