"Thames was always your favourite," observed Jack, as he fastened another piece of wood on the teeth of the iron stopper. "Affairs are not normal in Canton at present. At first she could not tell what it was; but as her eyes became accustomed to the light, she recognized the old coat. What ho! lights! lights!" And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs. On the way, he hired a chair with a couple of stout porters, and ordered them to follow him. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre.
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