"'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street. Ann Veronica readjusted her chin on her hand. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. "Before to-morrow morning I will ascertain what has become of Thames, or perish in the attempt. " The Chinaman paused. He glanced at Miss Klegg again, and spoke quickly and furtively, with eager eyes on Ann Veronica’s face.
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