‘This is not a place for a man. " Jonathan, who was engaged in conversation with Blueskin, instantly arose, and bowed with cringing ceremoniousness to the knight. If there was a Yankee bar-keep in HongKong, James Boyle would soon locate him. Jonathan cast a hasty glance around, to see that all was properly arranged for his purpose; placed a chair with its back to the door; disposed the lights on the table so as to throw the entrance of the room more into shadow; and then flung himself into a seat to await Sir Rowland's arrival. ‘Oh! little Vee!’ he cried, ‘little Vee!’ and put his face between his hands and sat still for a long time before he broke out again. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. In a sense I don’t care.
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