"
"Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land
lies. ‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of
cities, reasserts itself. ‘What else do you expect? It’s the penalty you pay for marrying an
Englishman. But the Yale spirit!"
Ah Cum laughed. She's fine. As her
belly swelled, so did he. Not us. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and
common sense ridiculing his fears. Blood dripped down
one side of her forehead. She had gained
respect all about town with news of her fine marriage,
and her reputation as a beauty was expanding. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure. ”
“Excellent,” Sir John declared. But here she met with a check.
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