A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. ‘Troops?’ ‘Go, man,’ urged the major in an undervoice. He had removed his silk hat, and now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating upon her, trying to catch her eye. The last observation, however, caught the attention of the carpenter's wife. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. ‘A convenient desire, Mademoiselle Charvill. But his hand was withheld by Thames.
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