When in the plenitude of his power, he commenced a terrible trade, till then unknown—namely, a traffic in human blood. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames. He stopped abruptly before the apparently incurious Chinaman. I didn’t understand before that letter. Ann Veronica had no answer for a moment.
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