Paul's are his work. So, while she watched, distressed and bewildered by her tumbling thoughts, the packet, Canton bound, ruffled the placid waters of the Pearl River. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. "I have no sympathy," replied Prudence, "with a man who deliberately fuddles himself with strong drink. Women to me are something so serene, so fine, so feminine, and politics are so dusty, so sordid, so wearisome and quarrelsome. But I mean to have them. As I hope for mercy, I speak the truth!— let him deny it if he can. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on two powers—wind and oil.
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