That is the dreadful truth. ” She said bitterly. ” He was silent for a moment or two. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. The boy had all kinds of opportunity; but it's the old story of father making it too easy. "You mean, it doesn't matter?" "Poor Hoddy! When you were ill in Canton, out of your head, you babbled words. Bullding,” she declared. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her.
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