But in the train going home her aunt reasoned it out. "Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. When he tried the scullery door, and would have moved on, Hilary intervened. "Ruth?" he called. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. It was impossible to meet the motion bodily.
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