Their conversation degenerated again and again into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. At present I cannot marry, I will not become bound even to any one. What do you think of the old tub?" "She's wonderful!" cried Ruth. Just as Jack gained the entrance, he heard a man's footstep behind him, and aware that the slightest indiscretion would betray him, he halted, uncertain what to do. When the hero finally did appear, Ruth became filled with gentle self-mockery. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. But, perhaps, you'll first accompany me to my dwelling for a moment, that we may arrange our accounts before we start. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. Kneebone's. Conscious of Mrs. He admitted that it would bore him to dally here in Canton, with the pleasures of Hong-Kong so close.
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