No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. Then she turned, and entering the inner room, commenced to dress hastily for the street. Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. He will have to return to Hong-Kong. We shall be torn in pieces if we are discovered.
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