"Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immense blunderbuss at him. She traced him by his scent. ’ ‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. Jonathan shook his head. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. Wood. 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.
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