“Politics!” Ennison answered grimly. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself.
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