" "He must," exclaimed Jack, hastily; "but only let me have it till to-morrow, and if I don't entrap him in a snare from which, with all his cunning, he shall find it difficult to escape, my name's not Jack Sheppard. "Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment. He was entranced as she walked towards him. "I would treat him as you treated his father, Sir Rowland. “You are positively eloquent to-night—both of you,” she declared. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins.
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