‘Now let’s have it. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. . Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the crumbling brickwork. Stanley had never thought out. " "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. Jackson!" "So he would," replied the latter: "so he would. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. How I wish I might meet this delightful mystery lady of yours.
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