" "Better she die by her own hand, than by that monster's," cried Jack, brandishing the bar. Do you think it’s nothing to me to have my daughter running about London looking for odd jobs and disgracing herself?” “Sha’n’t get odd jobs,” said Ann Veronica, wiping her eyes. " "Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain. He tore his gaze away, aware of the quickening of his heartbeat. "But she is saying something to me! What is it?" The hotel manager, who spoke Cantonese with facility, interpreted. “I’ll go. What is your father's business?" The question was an impertinence, but Ruth was not aware of that.
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