Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. “It is a secret mission,” she declared. As it happens sometimes, the idea stepped down from the dream into the reality; and he saw it more clearly now than he had seen it in the dream. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. Finding remonstrances of no avail, he had recourse to threats; and when threats failed, he adopted more decided measures. Presently. But beyond "amicable agreement in which mutual concessions are made," the word "compromise" was as blank as the Canton wall at night.
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