He admitted that it would bore him to dally here in Canton, with the pleasures of Hong-Kong so close. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been killed by a flash of hate. ‘I was just looking the place over when I heard you calling out. Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. Oh, cuss it!” “Eh?” “He said I would.
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