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Earles glanced at it, and his eyes flashed with anger. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. ’ Melusine’s eyes narrowed and she drew back. The guineas are not for serving your mistress. None at all. She expanded that. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. “I’m not so sure. It was a dead calm.
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