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Still —there you are!” He paused. " "My courage gave out. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. “I wrote it for you. "And now, I've one further request," faltered Jack; "though I scarcely know how to make it. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. A certain irritation crept into his manner as he did so. " "Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices. I had not been near the Royal Society since—since you disgraced me. Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells. ” “It’s the perpetual trouble,” he said, “of parent and child.
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