To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. Wood, softening her asperity. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: 1. CHAPTER VIII. His mouth was sensuous but his eyes became frenetic. “I love you, you know. F. " "Time will show," replied Jack with equal haughtiness. "Look at him!" Ruth looked.
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