Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. No tricks would serve. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle.
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