I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. "I was born in the South Seas and I am on my way to America, to an aunt. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. . In Europe or in America people would have smiled; but in Singapore—the half-way port of the world—where a human kaleidoscope tumbles continuously east and west, no one had remarked her. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers on a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb, dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasant complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened, and of which its poor vader died. Wood, who looks after her comforts, and visits her constantly. ’ ‘Perfectly correct, my boy.
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