We married, and for a time we were happy. What befell Jack Sheppard in the Turner's House. Yet, here she was, in
the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely
wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with
yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and
diffused strange suffocating smells. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions,
incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the
windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. The proposal is
so far from being exorbitant, that it should be trebled if I had not a fellow-feeling
in the cause.
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