Ho-hum! CHAPTER IX The Hong-Kong packet lay alongside the warehouse frontage. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. Lucy, would you like to be my date for the silly little dance they call the Junior Prom?\" There was a pregnant pause as she digested the information. "Oh! they are—are they?" muttered Jack, triumphantly; "that'll do. After all, it came to him suddenly as a harsh discovery that she might be in a sense regarded as grownup. She found herself struggling with a storm of tears. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself.
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