Then, presto! What a dreary lot they are when the revellers lay aside the motley! Ruth had come from a far South Sea isle. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. "How long will he be laid up?" "Three or four weeks, if he doesn't peg out during the night. " "You have no son," rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily. " "Did he owe you money?" "Oh, no!" "Then why do you wish to know?" Ah Cum pondered. To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. Only I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind.
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