" "I am a thief, nevertheless. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. " As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight. My proposition is for you to keep an eye on him, and the moment he puts on his clothes to send me a telegram, care of the HongKong Hotel.
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