" "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. There were three other ships at anchor; but as two would be making Shanghai and one rounding to Singapore two days hence, it was logically certain that no fugitive would seek haven in one of these. She's my mealticket. There was something in Jonathan's manner, as he issued this command, that struck the man as singular, and he afterwards recalled it. He called here on his way back, after he had been to Bedlam to visit poor Mrs. I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me.
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