’
‘Alas. I will light the stove, and there shall be some coffee presently. He left that arid rule
clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. V. In
fiction you make the Chinese secretive, criminal, and terrible—or comic. "If this document is correct," continued Wood, "and I am persuaded it is so,—
you are as unfortunate as wicked. I can decide for myself. “We were good friends in
Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of
nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. I could be presented as Meysey Hill. “Permit me to offer you the English paper which has just arrived, Sir John,” he
said, holding out a Daily Telegraph. ’
The eyes flashed momentarily. ‘Read that,’ and threw the telegram at me, so that
it went into the tureen. “Dear friend,” she said, “do you not think that you are breaking an unspoken
compact? I am very sorry. One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of
that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her
father. There are way-stations—even
terminals.
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