The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. ‘You see, it is that I have a plan to marry an Englishman. ” For a moment or two he did not speak. Wood's boat bearing up towards him. It was all highly intriguing. "Hoity-toity! You owe me sixteen thousand dollars. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. “Take my advice,” he said hoarsely.
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