Miss Klegg and the youngest girl made a vigorous attack on Miss Garvice, who had said she thought women lost something infinitely precious by mingling in the conflicts of life. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. "But she is saying something to me! What is it?" The hotel manager, who spoke Cantonese with facility, interpreted. ” He was dismissed, and he understood it. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. "Her blood be upon her own head, then," replied Rowland, sternly.
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