’ ‘The nuns?’ she said, gazing at him innocently. He did not have to. All in a moment. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. ” “I was late. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. “Who did you live with before the Becks? I hear things. ” To remain, she felt, was to concede everything.
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