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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. ‘How could you possibly know it?’ ‘I know it,’ Lucilla told him frostily, ‘because Dorothée told me that Madame Valade went off with Gerald positively purring in her ear—which is a thing he never does—and came back with him looking like the cat after cream. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. If she kept on, would she make it out of the door? Then what? He could come after her before she could reach the secret passage. ” She said. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully. "You are an angel," she cried, with a look beaming with delight.
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