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" "Well, Sir, his name?" "Jonathan Wild. You understand that term?” Ann Veronica smiled faintly. 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. Sheppard, that I fear any further anxiety might prove fatal to him. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. "Ah! what is that?" he cried, pointing to a dark object floating near them amid the boiling waves, and which presented a frightful resemblance to a human face. “I will take my chance. She can't last long. ‘Grace à dieu, he breathes still. ” “THE BUCKNALL MANSIONS MYSTERY. .
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