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The Well Hole 336 XIII. But at last this ordeal was over, and Ramage opened the door. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. 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. One glance through the window at that picturesque head had been sufficient. White, my landlady, believes his story. “I want to be your friend,” he said. “You can’t think that I’m fool enough to be put off like this. "Do not go near him, mother," cried Jack; "do not believe him. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome. And, if Rachel had not carried a candle, the room would have been plunged in total darkness. ’ ‘I have no game. Jack instantly started to his feet, and the man, alarmed at his appearance, ran off to a neighbouring house. There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. Accordingly, having given Wood such directions as he thought necessary for his guidance, and received a handsome gratuity in return for his services, he departed.
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