The Wastrel did not relish this. “Lucy Albert, sir. Some of the meetings are wonderful! Such earnest, beautiful women! Such deepbrowed men!. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. She had thought to wear it now, since she must look more the demoiselle. The last observation, however, caught the attention of the carpenter's wife. She tucked the mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. "Oh, Gemini!" she exclaimed.
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