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" Gravely he watched the needle flash to and fro. Ho-hum! CHAPTER IX The Hong-Kong packet lay alongside the warehouse frontage. If they hadn't sent for me, you'd have pegged out before morning. It presented itself in the likeness of a great, gray, dull world—a brutal, superstitious, confused, and wrong-headed world, that hurt people and limited people unaccountably. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. Sometimes we had the Illustrated London News and Tit-Bits. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. An immediate halt took place. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. "You'll not be offended, I hope," returned Wood, drily, "if I say that your voice, your manner, and, above all, your very extraordinary way of laughing, put me strangely in mind of one of the 'droll dogs,' (as you term them,) who helped to perpetrate the outrage I've just described.
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