For five days The Tigress chugged her way across the burnished South China, grumpily, as if she resented this meddling with her destiny. Whenever you grow impatient with her, remember the folly of her father. “Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. Wood did think of it, and groaned aloud. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. Forgive me?” She pleaded. "No," replied Jonathan, moodily. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. "No, no, let him alone," interposed Wood. " But the doctor softened the refusal by smiling.
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