‘I thank you. To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. I swear it. " "At your peril, sirrah!" cried Wood. " "What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. Mrs. '—'They can't,' says I. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill.
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