There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. But he was at last persuaded that I mean you no harm, and that I might—just possibly, since I am both a gentleman and a major of militia—be able to be of more assistance to you than he himself. The worst was over now. 155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. Again having recourse to the centre-bit,—for Winifred's door was locked,—Jack had nearly cut out a panel, when a sudden outcry was raised in the carpenter's chamber. Ho-hum! CHAPTER IX The Hong-Kong packet lay alongside the warehouse frontage.
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