At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. But one changes the style of one's clothes yearly. Cursing himself for his inertness, Jack soon shook off this drowsiness, and set to work in earnest. "Are you answered?" said Jonathan, with a grin worthy of a demon. Her linen gown was soft against the heavy skins.
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