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Canton at night is as much China as the border town of Lan-Chow-fu. Everything I could do! Your father sat up all night. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. To preach a fine sermon every Sunday so that he would lose neither the art nor the impulse; and this child, in secret rebellion, taking it down in long hand during odd hours in the week! Preaching grandiloquently before a few score natives who understood little beyond the gestures, for the single purpose of warding off disintegration! It reminded the doctor of a stubborn retreat; from barricade to barricade, grimly fighting to keep the enemy at bay, that insidious enemy of the white man in the South Seas—inertia. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. Mr. " "Do you want me to tell her that I am grateful?" "Well, aren't you?" "I don't know; I really don't know. Thames Darrell is—" "My husband nicknames him Thames," interrupted Mrs. " "Proceed, Sir," said Trenchard, breathing hard. He spoke in quick nervous sentences. ” She whispered. " "You want another drubbing, I perceive," said Thames, frowning. The cook tried to ply her with spiced meat and fish soup.
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