Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. He’s waiting. I was mean to him. “May I ask whether you are staying with friends in town?” he inquired deferentially. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. Not MY affair. For the first time a definite doubt possessed him. There had been disappointments and humiliations, and although she hated to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits. It's a mighty quare 'un, though. When he awoke, it was late in the day; but though he heard voices outside, and now and then caught a glimpse of a face peeping at him through the iron grating over the door, no one entered the prison, or held any communication with him. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. She knew his appetite from many a homemade dinner and knew also that he had taken Bitch Vorsack’s comments to heart. She never knew what became of her farmer after that. Don’t think I can’t sympathize and understand.
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