Framed in one of the square ports of the packet was a face which reminded Ah Cum of a Japanese theatrical mask. Wood in the deepest mourning. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed. “You were talking to that fellow Ramage to-day—in the Avenue. ‘She hasn’t said so, but I presume Valade had got hold of all the useful papers,’ Gerald went on.
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