She was a woman now to the tips of her fingers; she had said
good-bye to her girlhood in the old garden four years and a quarter ago. "
"That's not my game. But at
length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung
outward from the wall. "
"On what business, in the name of wonder?" asked Sheppard. You left Hong-Kong at night, by way of the Pearl River, and arrived in
Canton the next morning. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. Part 2
The next morning was as dark and foggy as if it was mid-November instead of
early March. ’
Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat
little pair of boots on her feet. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and
looking over his slanting glasses at her. I do want them. ”
“I am going to pack my bag,” Anna answered. Can you inform us whence it came?"
"I should think so. Poor young
lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence. You'll be along next
spring?"
"If the old tub will float. "
"You had better write them for me, Mr.
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