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“She’s my wife,” the man muttered. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. He sees men all defiled by coarse thoughts, coarse ways of living cruelties. Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design. " "You're not going to betray me!" cried Jack, in alarm. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable.
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