“Your father is dead too, I believe,” he continued, “and your mother. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. ‘And, if this was not enough,’ went on the lady furiously, ‘you dare to say I am French. It’s a thing that’s happened to you. I hardly see you anymore. It wasn't worth while to invest imaginatively a man with evil projects simply because he was physically ugly. He, a Chinaman, troubling himself over Occidental ideas! With his hands in his sleeves, he proceeded on his way.
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