" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. From the threshold she looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. Canton at night is as much China as the border town of Lan-Chow-fu. E. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Pain sliced into Gerald’s hand and his sword arm jerked. “You may not leave. ” She seemed unmoved, but she did not look at him. “You must arrest me!” she gasped, breathlessly, insisting insanely on a point already carried; “you shall!” The police-station at the end seemed to Ann Veronica like a refuge from unnamable disgraces. But go on.
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