She would come back and write letters,
carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from
Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and
think. Cathy threw Mike a look. He admitted that it would bore him to dally here in Canton, with
the pleasures of Hong-Kong so close. “I’ve
gotta go. ”
“Do you mean,” Courtlaw asked, “that from now to the end of the six months
you do not wish to see us—any of us?”
Her eyes were a little dim again. Stanley, standing up with a
sudden geniality and rubbing his hands together. "He hears me not! he's gone!"
she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I
shall never see him again!"
When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the
cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. Do get your hat, and we will go to that
corner café.
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