" "Nonsense!" cried Wood; "while there's life there's hope. " CHAPTER XVIII. I miss her a lot. didn’t have to. He had, for the most part, been correct. “Dear friend,” she said, “remember that you are speaking to one who has failed in the only serious object which she has ever sought to accomplish. ” “I don’t care. I should only disappoint you terribly some day. Only the night before, in the dining room of the Hong-Kong Hotel, she had watched him empty glass after glass of whisky, and shudder and shudder. Worse than any man. He was unaware that his illness had opened the way to the inherent conscience and that the acquired had been temporarily blanketed, or that there was any ancient fanaticalism in his blood. There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. Their conversation hung. He had looked at it before without comprehension.
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