Anna, in her strange striking way, was radiantly beautiful. The Reverend Henry Dolby had come to see China; for that purpose he had, with his wife and daughter, traversed land and sea to the extent of ten thousand miles. But you could have just as easily lost your womb in the Pestilence, and your life. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. She was greatly heartened by doing this.
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