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• 1In the afternoon we paid our respects to the governor —
• 2voice had been that of Nayland Smith, no sign could I discern
• 3“These are some of the gifts that he lavishes upon me!”
• 4The symptoms, or those which I had been enabled to observe
• 5damp freshness in the air of the passage, and a sort of
• 6me the while. I could not trust myself to speak for a moment,
• 7elms, were most puzzling. Clearly enough, the muscles of
• 8“I have known you long enough to trust you!” she said
• 9man more common interests than the cultured guests of Bwana
• 10flame of the match took life. It illuminated wanly the
• 11direction. Its lights twinkled yellowly through the grayness,
• 12He went out of the surgery as I switched on the lamp over
• 13Max realized that he must lower his head if he would follow.
• 14him a law unto himself, who had the British Government
• 15in my heart, poor fool that I was, I found admiration for
• 16voice had been that of Nayland Smith, no sign could I discern
• 17the gunpowder was wanted for making a noise on their saint
• 18“The telephone is in the hall,” I said to the constable.
• 19had struck me as being familiar in some puzzling way, and
• 20evidences of a world awakening were perceptible about me
• 21but he had not been as idle as he appeared to have been.
• 22and one of rebellion held its place. Ere I had time to
• 23And now a memory was born within my brain; it was that
• 24aroused the devil in her, the devil that must lie latent
• 25for tobacco was something quite extraordinary. After tobacco,
• 26‘phone for the ambulance. I have some investigations
• 27It was that of a woman, who seemingly carried a bulky bag
• 28better to serve Fu-Manchu than to remain true to your friends.
• 29but he had not been as idle as he appeared to have been.
• 30Inert I stood, looking down at him. He writhed a moment—and
• 31“Exactly, Petrie! If you can find me some milk, I shall
• 32of a burning curiosity respecting this lonely traveler
• 33gangway above which lowered a green and rotting wooden
• 34or knows not how to develop. I became suddenly conscious
• 35The bronzed face looked very gaunt, I thought, and his
• 36bloody face which but a matter of minutes since had been
• 37him sped the yellow figure, and right to the end. The seemingly
• 38I stooped and took out from it a wicker basket. Karamaneh
• 39“I am no traitress!” she blazed at me; her eyes were
• 40very busy with conjectures respecting the link between
• 41of three-halfpence, two fowls, one of which, the Indian
• 42The wrapping, in which the net had been, lay at my feet.
• 43and one of rebellion held its place. Ere I had time to
• 44had disliked, but which I had learned from experience were
• 45his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
• 46I dropped upon my knees, and with unsteady fingers began
• 47by a fool’s hope that it might be an acceptable one.
• 48“These are some of the gifts that he lavishes upon me!”
• 49mist seemed to float above the water. This mist had a familiar
• 50The symptoms, or those which I had been enabled to observe