Who was Christian?
The merchant ?" "Well, rather! Thought I told you," said Heywood.

"One of yours--big, mild chap--Chok Chung." The elder man sat musing.
"Yes," the deep bass rumbled in the empty chapel, "he's one of us.
Extremely honest.

I'm--I'm very sorry.

There may be trouble." "Must be, sir," prompted the younger.

"The mob, meanwhile, just stood there, dumb,--mutes and audience, you know.