’ Miss Froxfield intervened quickly as her betrothed showed signs of erupting again. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. Canton is all China at night. I doubt if you will receive anything for your trouble. Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. “Where to?” he asked, as the hansom drove up. “Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. Poor Ben was not so fortunate.
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