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He made Hong-Kong at dusk: wet, hungry, and a bit groggy for the want of sleep; but he was in no wise discouraged. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. She further suspected that he might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he had not already. ’ ‘Sir!’ came from Trodger, and the booted feet clattered off and out of the front door. ’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. Later on—well then the time may come.
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