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He had scarcely completed his toilet, when he was startled by a noise at the door, and heard his own name pronounced in no friendly accents. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound. “Your friend, “DAVID COURTLAW. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. But me, I am going to England. And not a worthy tome in sight. The prospect of the gallows would never deter me from taking to the road, if I were so inclined.
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