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‘No sense in snooping about down here,’ Gerald whispered. Here he obtained some breakfast, and mounting the hill turned off into the fields on the right. Take care he don't see you,—and bring me word where he goes, and what he does. Brendon and I returned from the ‘Unusual,’ and found him lying in my room shot through the lungs. I must have this beast brought to London with me, that is seen. But the current rumblings of internal discontent across the Channel were productive of unease in certain quarters. He stood transfixed. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. 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. Then we can loiter and gossip to our heart’s content. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. Through a blur of tears Ruth followed the rocking light until it vanished.
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