On June 4 we once more left Kinhwa, taking the boat for Hangchow. There was a good-sized party of us, and we were en route for Mokanshan, to escape the heat, of which we had already had a sample.

Well, anyhow, thanks a lot, Mr. Dumont, he added. Mercy buckets, as you French say.

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