As soon as he finished a sheet, he tossed it aside and began another. The boy would never know just how lucky he was. If there was a Yankee bar-keep in HongKong, James Boyle would soon locate him. ‘I live in Kent. Courtlaw,” she remarked. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully.
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