“Come,” he continued, “the world after all is a very small place. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. The air was thick with feelings. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. But threats and entreaties—even promises were ineffectual; and the unlucky captive, after exhausting his powers of persuasion, was compelled to give up the point. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. At length, I shall ascertain my name. ‘Lord,’ he uttered, glancing about with a disparaging eye.
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