A species of vertigo seized him. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. It’s best. " "You needn't trouble yourself," replied Thames. ” For some seconds he had remained quite still. “Annabel!” she exclaimed. Why? Because he knew that when these two young people left, the island would become intolerable. It never is. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks.
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