I owe his mother one, and will repay the debt, with interest, to her son. Suddenly she felt her wrist grasped by a strong hand. In this hour its colossal selfishness never occurred to him. ” That phrase about dragging the truth through swamps of nonsense she remembered from Capes. One of the coolies held the paper lantern. ‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily.
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