"Bravo, Poll!" cried Jack, who having again pinioned Shotbolt, was now tracing a few hasty lines on a sheet of paper. "I can't make you understand; I can't make you see things as I see them. "What for?" rejoined Quilt, evasively. F. You left Hong-Kong at night, by way of the Pearl River, and arrived in Canton the next morning.
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