One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door, disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. “I wrote it for you. Please to let me go there. I’m going to tell you things plainly. Ann Veronica decided she would have to go on with Capes another day, and, looking up, discovered him sitting on a stool with his hands in his pockets and his head a little on one side, regarding her with a thoughtful expression. “Not a bit of it,” he said; “it’s only a score in a game. But the mere recognition of his son’s signature was enough to stoke the fires of his long-held rage. I came to beg you instead to do me the honour of becoming my wife. You want music. . CHAPTER THE FOURTH THE CRISIS Part 1 We left Miss Stanley with Ann Veronica’s fancy dress in her hands and her eyes directed to Ann Veronica’s pseudo-Turkish slippers. But to England we will go.
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