One of the coolies held the paper lantern. " At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks, and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. ’ ‘In a somewhat roundabout fashion, if you ask me,’ came in a mutter from her old nurse, very much in her usual style. ” She smiled at him. ‘A word, if you please, my friend. “What ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked.
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