They flash to and fro, they thrill us with expectancy. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. The house will be well rid of him, for a more idle, good-for-nothing reprobate never crossed its threshold. All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer. For five days The Tigress chugged her way across the burnished South China, grumpily, as if she resented this meddling with her destiny.
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