CHAPTER XXVIII. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. 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. "What is it?" "The night," she answered. But his own situation was too perilous to admit of his rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman. Sheppard. I don’t wish to marry you at all. Here they were regaled with another plentiful meal by the hospitable carpenter, who personally superintended the repast. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said.
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