On this fresh
outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the
boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself
to meet his fate. "
"If he had only been my father!—McClintock!"
"God didn't standardize human beings, Ruth; no grain of wheat is like another. ”
“I wish you would use my Christian name,” he said. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. My proposition is for you to keep an eye on him,
and the moment he puts on his clothes to send me a telegram, care of the HongKong Hotel. ‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. I have never in my life been so much
puzzled by any one as by your sister. The program was to include a Bach cantata,
her favorite piece from Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scheherazade,
and for the first time ever, a student composition, a
Concerto, by a precociously talented fellow student
named Martin Chen. He moaned. Someday I'll take you down there and have them rig up the coconut dance
for you. “Don’t we all rather humbug about the coarseness? All we women, I mean,”
said she. It had certainly caused some havoc in the
uninhabited mansion, chewing through Holland covers to get at the furniture
beneath, and knocking down a fire guard and a couple of wooden stands. There was another phrase which
sounded something like 'Gin in a blue-serge coat'. “It is a great art,” she said in broken English. Sometimes the music would be tender and
dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so
gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be
like the storms crashing, thunderous.
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