His face was white. "Captain Darren," he added, sternly, "you shall hear from me. ’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. "Suppose we go and have tea? I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the Victoria instead. There's a man dying—Captain Darrell. Ah Cum was not a sailor, but he knew his water-front.
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