Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. ‘Hollow. No idea that you were here, though. It wasn’t pretty. Don't be frightened of her.
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