Mr. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. He made it brief. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green. . And my wife won’t live with me for reasons that I think most women would consider sound. I'll lay my life he's gone. And she—’ ‘She!’ interrupted the young lady crossly.
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