“Are you going on again this winter with that scientific work of yours? It’s an instance of heredity, I suppose. ” She instructed him. "Never heard of a sing-song girl; never heard of a geisha! Flower of the Lotus: the sing-song girl called her that. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness. I'll call for you after lunch.
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