"What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up,
sending the chair clattering to the floor. A modest
drinking bout which had its windup in a fan-tan house over in Kowloon, where
O'Higgins tussled with varying fortune until five in the morning. "What's the matter?" demanded Jonathan, harshly. Tears sprang to her eyes. There was a very white-faced
youngster of eighteen who brushed back his hair exactly in Russell’s manner,
and was disposed to be uncomfortably silent when he was near her, and to whom
she felt it was only Christian kindness to be consistently pleasant; and a lax
young man of five-and-twenty in navy blue, who mingled Marx and Bebel with
the more orthodox gods of the biological pantheon. Groups of boys took to ogling her as she walked
frenetically from class to class. She returned to
these latter, and at the back of her mind, as she looked them over again, was a
very distinct resolve to quote them after the manner of Miss Garvice at the very
first opportunity. Oh! you young people!”
The young man with the orange tie, in spite of Sisyphus-like efforts on the
part of Goopes to get the topic on to a higher plane, displayed great persistence
in speculating upon the possible distribution of the affections of highly
developed modern types. Mrs. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze,
moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. At the farther end of the Lodge, the
floor was raised to the height of a couple of steps; whence the whole place, with
the exception of the remotest corner of the angle before-mentioned, could be
commanded at a single glance.
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