What’s that?” They both stood listening. O'Higgins mounted the stairs, his step extraordinarily light for one so heavy. Even the most sullen and withdrawn were sensitive to the penetrating nastiness of the fog. It’s these damned novels. He made Hong-Kong at dusk: wet, hungry, and a bit groggy for the want of sleep; but he was in no wise discouraged.
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