"Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, in a tone of the bitterest anguish. But this I cannot do. Instead of passing on, as Jack expected, these persons stopped opposite the cage, when one of them, as he judged from the sound, for he did not dare to look out of his hiding place, dismounted. " After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the flavour of irony. " "Why didn't you head him off, explain that it couldn't be done by a white man?" Ah Cum shrugged. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out.
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