” Lucy shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. You'd be coming up to Hong-Kong, but you'd be cutting out Canton. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. “Good luck! Good luck!” She waved from the window until the bend hid him. .
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