He saw the flames burst from the windows, and perhaps in that maddening spectacle suffered torture equivalent to some of the crimes he had committed. And now, only twenty-four hours behind him … that is, if he wasn't paddling by on the return route to Hong-Kong or had dropped down to Macao. She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. "By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot—very goot. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away.
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