”
He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a
convenient pitch. Being a Chinaman in blood and instinct, he despised all
spinsters; they were parasites. "But
if it is thy will to take me from him," she continued, as soon as her emotion
permitted her,—"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech
thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be
to him what I would have been. His initial nervousness had already abated, and it took
some valour to allow himself to become embroiled in Melusine’s crazy schemes. Then blackness. But you are Annabel. Pottiswick had mentioned muttering. He had never
wanted daughters.
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