The old man Pottiswick, still grumbling, much to Melusine’s disgust, had gone on his errand to his daughter’s house some two miles distant. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. Her eyebrows were lifted in expostulation. An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other. “One hardly knows—all the time. Gerald was instantly on the alert. He would have to return to Hong-Kong; and his trail would be picked up the moment he set foot on the Praya. Jonathan's threats are not to be sneezed at.
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