"Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. I suppose it depends on her own state of mind. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. ToC The ward into which Jack was endeavouring to break was called the Red Room, from the circumstance of its walls having once been painted in that colour; all traces of which had, however, long since disappeared. As he gazed down into the courts of the prison, he could not help shuddering, lest a false step might precipitate him below. He made Hong-Kong at dusk: wet, hungry, and a bit groggy for the want of sleep; but he was in no wise discouraged.
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