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There were shadows under his eyes. "Unless you have eaten a Syrian orange," he was always saying, "you have only a rudimentary idea of what an orange is. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. But there was only Gosse, still struggling with the picture, looking dazedly towards Melusine and the lad he had shot, then away towards the sounds of pursuit, and back again. ” “And I also,” Brendon echoed.
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