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To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. ‘Thanks to him, Hilary and I nearly had our heads blown off. For the past four weeks mirrors had been her delight, a new toy. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. Wood chanced to be murdered by Blueskin, the fellow who just left the room, on the very night of his return, as it has thrown the house into such confusion, and so distracted them, that he has had no time as yet for hostile movements. " "In whose favour is it made?" he inquired, sternly. I wonder ——” “London is a huge place,” Brendon said.
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