She realized in a moment what had happened. The afternoon had passed now into twilight. The end of the world seemed at hand. But his gloom appeared to be occasioned by remorse, rather than sorrow. "I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!" cried Winifred, with difficulty repressing a tear of vexation; "you've acted unfairly. The word "criticism" had no concrete meaning to her then; no more than "compromise. "In Canton.
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