In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. There is something sensual in the thought of lotus flowers. Her thoughts were busy with the possibilities of this break in her journey. The South China will be dropping to a dead calm, and I want to use canvas as much as I can. “Never mind. Something or other—she did not catch what—he was damned if he could stand. The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date.
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