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It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. "Is it gold?" "Pure gold," replied Kneebone. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. After he was gone in the morning, Ruth would steal into the study and hurriedly read what he had written the previous night. But if you do not leave this room I must. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. Nevertheless, she could not prevent a rising excitement as the dawn of the new life drew near to her—a thrilling of the nerves, a secret and delicious exaltation above the common circumstances of existence. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. So many things she saw that her interest stumbled rather than leaped from object to object.
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