The costume of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour forbidden any such supposition. With delicate touch he rescued all that was possible of them, and made a careful little parcel. He said nothing, even though it was not raining. ***** In the daytime the streets of the ancient city of Canton are yet filled with the original confusion—human beings in quest of food. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. Vorsack would staunchly disapprove of his attire, said nothing anyway. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. A silence ensued. "Why, this is your writing Dolly, and addressed to Mr.
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