Spurlock stared at Ruth across the rim of his bowl. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. ” Diane gave permission quickly, evidently glad to get the girls out of the house. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. “Impossible to say,” he answered. Fifty pupils. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. “Look here,” he said, “I brought you here to make love to you. To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea.
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