Framed in one of the square ports of the packet was a face which reminded Ah Cum of a Japanese theatrical mask. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. “No,” she answered. Just as he was about to drain it, he encountered the basilisk glance of Jonathan Wild, and paused. She saw his lips yell, “Stop.
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