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. It was on the night of the Great Storm that I found him. The doctor smoked his pipe thoughtfully. He was, in fact, quite eager to go on living. “I came to London unexpectedly, and my friends could not take me in. ‘I will do so. We understand that, notwithstanding the serious nature of the man’s injuries, there is every possibility of his recovery. If you live, well and good; if you die, well and good. He was in great pain and it meant that he would be in casts for twelve weeks. Nicholas is dead. ” She whispered to him. It seemed as if all the precautions previously taken were here accumulated.
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