" "'Zounds! Captain, I shall get my death of cold. This, then, was the woman from whom Hoddy would not have accepted a cup of water. He had barely settled at his desk in his library, when he was disturbed by two morning callers. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. G.
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