Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. Shot him, do you hear?” “Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. She would have been amazed if John was even aware of any one of the incidents. A coach was also in attendance, at a little distance. He was made welcome as McClintock's agent; but he politely declined all the proffered courtesies.
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