Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. ” “Auntie?” asked Constance, who was conversant with Ann Veronica’s affairs. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. “No,” she answered, reluctantly. I don’t care what divides us. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare.
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