The odds were astounding and yet he had it bad. There was no keeping Sheila from the truth, and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof knew it. "Thank Heaven! I'm not basely born. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. "Are you returning to Hong-Kong to-morrow by the day boat?" For a moment Ruth was astonished at the sound of the spinster's voice. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. She surveyed accommodation that seemed at first merely austere, and became more and more manifestly inadequate as the moments fled by. The young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight.
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