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“You are late,” she murmured. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. For five days The Tigress chugged her way across the burnished South China, grumpily, as if she resented this meddling with her destiny.
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