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"Ah!" she screamed, seeing the uplifted weapon in Sheppard's hand, "don't hurt Thames—don't, dear Jack! If you want to kill somebody, kill me, not him. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me? She came upon the Song of Songs—which had been pasted down in the Enschede Bible—the burning litany of love; and from time to time she intoned some verse of tender lyric beauty. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. ’ She threw a melting look at Roding. “You will be so good as to leave us your correct name and address, mademoiselle,” he said curtly. It doesn’t matter with me, but there are at least a dozen young women in Mr. "I'll call you when you're wanted.
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