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“She wasn’t sane, my wife. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. I hope I may never come near her. We leave England to-night. There were three other ships at anchor; but as two would be making Shanghai and one rounding to Singapore two days hence, it was logically certain that no fugitive would seek haven in one of these. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before. " Thames was about to follow, when he felt a gentle grasp upon his arm. "Just in time," said the thief-taker. Confound this slavery of sex! I am a man! I will get this under if I am killed in doing it!” She scowled into the cold blacknesses about her. “And somehow or other,” she added, after a long interval, “I must pay Mr.
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