Manning loved her presented itself to her bloodlessly, stilled from any imaginative quiver or thrill of passion or disgust. A mate? A brother-lover to tromp about the world with? “I cannot. Being a Chinaman in blood and instinct, he despised all spinsters; they were parasites. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. While you talked I was only making our plans. Treasure caves to explore! All through these trying days she had recurrently wondered what this strange young man would have to say that Dickens and Hugo had not already said.
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