“I do hope that I shall be able to
make it up to you. As to this little fellow, in spite
of the Dutchman, who, in my opinion, is more of a Jacobite than a conjurer, and
more of a knave than either, he shall never mount a horse foaled by an acorn, if I
can help it. Wood's reception of the
widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not
particularly kind and encouraging. "Aren't you afraid?"
"Of what?"—serenely. Yet, here she was, in
the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely
wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with
yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and
diffused strange suffocating smells. ”
“That brings us back,” said Ann Veronica, “to the mystery. ”
After all, it was not so easy. It was an
unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights.
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