"Two hundred pounds!" exclaimed Ireton, "besides the governor's offer—that's three hundred. The Ragged Edge. ’ She eyed him, all her uncertainty surfacing. He made Hong-Kong at dusk: wet, hungry, and a bit groggy for the want of sleep; but he was in no wise discouraged. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. You are very kind. 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. He has got five minutes' start of you.
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