He must have married when he was quite a
young man. And I'll have supper with you. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the
night. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. "Amazement!" cried Wild. Yet, here she was, in
the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely
wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with
yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and
diffused strange suffocating smells. . That will be a fine day—it
will have to be, when first you set eyes on Italy. She bent down. You’re a good friend. Had she not seen them go
forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his
imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood,
she must present some irresistible project. I miss her a lot. It will be his interest to do so. Clearing the few impediments in his way, he soon reached the condemned pew,
where it had once been his fate to sit; and extending himself on the seat
endeavoured to snatch a moment's repose.
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