He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green. Wood. I am a murderer. I did not even know where to write and thank you. It isn't friendly as I thought it would be. We shall both, I hope, live to enjoy our shares—long after Thames Darrell is forgotten—ha! ha! A third of your estate I accept.
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