It’s Providence. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would leave. "To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. Upon a table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. After that consolations fled. " "Blueskin, clear the room," cried the Master; "these gentlemen would be private. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her father.
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