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The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. “I have spoken too many truths to-night. “But a boy—a boy goes out into the world and presently stands on his own feet. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. ‘You’re right.
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