” “A—what?” Anna asked. But indeed that is not at all a good description of her attitude. ” It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its quaint colouring, and the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and unexpected places. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. ” She stopped, and then suggested: “I wonder—I should love—if it was anything I said. How she learned of her heritage I do not know, but you need not imagine that it is greed that drives her. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless. So, while she watched, distressed and bewildered by her tumbling thoughts, the packet, Canton bound, ruffled the placid waters of the Pearl River.
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