He sent me home. . . The man could put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them. ‘If you’ll have the goodness, missie, to move yourself out of the way,’ he said aggrievedly, ‘and let us at him, we might have a chance of doing just that. She lay still for a long time, and her mind resumed at a more tolerable pace. ” A man who had been sitting with his hat tilted over his eyes at an adjacent table had risen to his feet and stood suddenly before them. A bad one in a rough-and-tumble; all the water-front tricks. Suspicion was in his face. She tried not to notice how much attention Martin Chen had been paying her, but he had been bold enough to speak to her the other day. ’ The lady hesitated a moment, her eyes seeming to measure the distance between where he stood and the door. ’ ‘Then who is this Englishman?’ demanded Gerald on a sceptical note.
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