To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. He was in a curious state of desperation. He sat down. Most people, every one I know else, seem to have mated with foreigners and to talk uneasily in unfamiliar tongues, to be afraid of the knowledge the other one has, of the other one’s perpetual misjudgment and misunderstandings. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. Norris, she revived a little. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears.
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