They tracked the fugitive to the
Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. "Vell, vell," growled Sharples, after he had listened to the other's remonstrances,
"it shall be done. She knew, or guessed his mission too,
for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. He could not doubt it. Then he looked towards his
granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. “If he is not here now I
can make myself safe. I have a
hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. ’
‘Pah! You can never be Valade. Superstition is the Chinese Reaper. The grim mockery of it!—those South Sea loafers, taking
advantage of Enschede's Christianity and imposing upon him, accepting his
money and medicines and laughing behind his back! No doubt they made the
name a byword and a subject for ribald jest in the waterfront bars. I will make her my Grail, and some day, perhaps, if God wills, she shall
become my wife!’”
He looked very hard before him as he said this, and his voice was full of deep
feeling. This man was apparently not sure whether he was Meysey Hill or not. Her normally shiny hair was
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stringy and flat. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as
stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned,
Mrs. Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the
preceding division of this history.
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