Sheppard, vainly trying to discover a gleam of compassion in the thief-taker's inexorable countenance,—"Mercy! mercy!" "Pshaw!" rejoined Jonathan. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. " "Can you make me honest?" cried Jack. ’ ‘So I see. Wood cut him short by stating his intention of crossing the river as soon as possible in order to avoid the storm. ‘You have rifled his papers. Darrell, however, rose again instantly; and though mortally wounded, made a desperate effort to regain the boat. ‘Pray you, mademoiselle, can you not—’ ‘No use trying to enlist Lucilla’s aid,’ snapped Roding. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering.
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