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" "I am here in Canton," she replied, simply. Have you ever heard the name of Meysey Hill?” “Meysey Hill?” He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from his tone and his quick glance into her face that the name possessed some significance for him. She felt her canines grow, the hunger consuming her. "Tell me, what did they call you?" "Well, the old Kanaka cook used to call me the Golden One, but the natives called me the Dawn Pearl. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. She is no longer mine; she is yours. He thought rationally; that is to say, he thought clearly, as a child thinks clearly. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. Up to this moment, hopes had been entertained of a respite, strong representations in his favour having been made in the highest quarter; but now that his fate seemed sealed, the curiosity of the sight-seeing public to behold him was redoubled. ” She peered at him through the semi-blackness. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers. The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in a book read and closed. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. She hated living like that. "You are very kind," said Jack, returning the money; "but I don't require assistance.
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