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She could dimly see her way to the dresser, where she found matches and lighted the gas. On the bed lay in a tumbled heap a tiny, elderly, Dresden-china doll-woman. She was fully dressed, even to her wrap, bonnet, and gloves; one hand clutched her side, the other held a handkerchief to her lips. Kate stood an instant under the light, studying the situation.
"A doll-woman, bloodless and nerveless!" "So so. Yet she, so bloodless and nerveless, unmasked the secret of Kazmah, and she, so bloodless and nerveless, struck down " Mrs. Sin ground her teeth together audibly. "Yes, yes!" she said in sibilant Chinese. "She is a robber, a thief, a murderess." She bent over the unconscious woman, her jewel-laden fingers crooked and menacing.
Irvin was invisible from Kerry's point of view, but she continued to moan incessantly, and he knew that she must be unconscious of the Chinaman's scrutiny. "Hurry, old fool!" came Mrs. Sin's harsh voice from the outer room. "In ten minutes Ah Fung will give the signal. Is she dead yet the doll-woman?" "She hate no catchee die," murmured Sin Sin Wa, "She still vella beautiful tchee!"
She laughed hoarsely and tossed her head. "Who told you that?" she asked contemptuously. "It was the doll-woman who killed him I have said so." "You tella me so hoi, hoi! But old Sin Sin Wa catchee wonder. Lo!" he extended a yellow forefinger, pointing at his wife "Mrs. Sin make him catchee die! No bhobbery, no palaber. Sin Sin Wa gotchee you sized up allee timee." Mrs.
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