You need not be afraid. “But how is it all going to end?” said Mr. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. Below the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously dumped into a yawning pit. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. I’ve seen him, and he doesn’t a bit understand. "Don't speak ill of him behind his back, father," interposed Thames.
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