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They seldom arrive on the beach. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and blotched as though she had run through fire. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. “But I have forbidden it!” he said, raising his voice. But not today. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703— while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which, at once, destroyed his hopes. He must be gone to dispose of the body. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that it went into the tureen. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. She kept opening her eyes and looking at it.
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