Oh, wait!’ She seized Jack’s arm as he was about to go out of the room. “I am just back from Paris. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. ‘Here we go again. "Have you sent off the note?" inquired Jack. “No, don’t interrupt me. "If I could work as fast as you, I might afford to be as idle. It was a pity people had to eat food. You will be—my wife. Or appeared to do so. Jonathan had not deceived him. He stepped quickly towards her. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses.
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