It was in her eyes—the big thing that comes but once. There haven't been so many ladies in the Lodge since the days of Claude Du Val, the gentleman highwayman; and they all declare it'll break their hearts if he's scragged. She had seen Mrs. Old pupil. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. Practically. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground.
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