"Hear me out," said Jonathan. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. Its very calmness was frightful. He will have it that I’ve taken leave of my senses. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. That’s one thing clear. You certainly had to hand it to these Chinks. As usual, however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the streets, whose sole object was plunder. " "Well, well, I'm not within a minute," rejoined the turnkey. Wet as he was, he felt if he lay down in the grass, he should perish with cold; while, if he sought a night's lodging in any asylum, his dress, stained with blood and covered with dirt, would infallibly cause him to be secured and delivered into the hands of justice.
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