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"When in France, I heard from the Marshal that his brother had perished in
London on the night of the Great Storm. “I
don’t mind, of course, your seeing her sometimes, still there are differences—
differences in social atmospheres. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly,
one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. "Ah!" she screamed, seeing the uplifted weapon in Sheppard's hand, "don't hurt
Thames—don't, dear Jack! If you want to kill somebody, kill me, not him. ‘Either you tell me
why you want the wretched animal, or it stays here. Irregularly, in
a quite inglorious and unromantic way, you know, I am a vicious man. And
now, only twenty-four hours behind him … that is, if he wasn't paddling by on
the return route to Hong-Kong or had dropped down to Macao. On this fresh
outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the
boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself
to meet his fate. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range
over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now
hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and
can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place
of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and
portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed.
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