Wood, softening her asperity. ’ ‘So I infer. . “You have killed me. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. " "You do not remember me, I dare say," observed the stranger. "Are you returning to Hong-Kong to-morrow by the day boat?" For a moment Ruth was astonished at the sound of the spinster's voice. Nor can we.
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