” “Why?” Mr. . “He wants me to have dinner at his parent’s house tonight,” still looking at a series of spots on the carpeting. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. What was he doing? What was he thinking? It was less than a day now, less than twenty hours. ” “The truth,” she murmured, with her eyes fixed upon him.
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