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“I shouldn’t have waited,” she said. "I want to know what you've done with the rest of the notes—with the gold— and the papers you took away from my room!" rejoined Wild. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. "Yale!" Spurlock's gaze shifted to the dead hills beyond the window; when it returned to the Chinaman there was astonishment instead of interest: as if Ah Cum had been a phantom a moment since and was now actually a human being. The person caught hold of his arm, and, in spite of his efforts to disengage himself, detained him. Englishmen also certainly. He had removed his silk hat, and now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating upon her, trying to catch her eye. But he could only utter an inarticulate exclamation. "No," replied Hogarth, hastily effacing the sketch. Mrs. CHAPTER XXVII.
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