” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. " "You'd better take care of your mother's son instead," rejoined Blueskin. ” “Are you master of all three methods?” she asked, stopping her fanning for a moment to look at him. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells. She guessed Jack was having trouble finding the right piece of carving. “Women know these things by instinct,” she answered. As he understood it, folks saw in two or three days all there was to see of Canton.
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