"
"Did he owe you money?"
"Oh, no!"
"Then why do you wish to know?"
Ah Cum pondered. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her. All that was needed to
complete the simile was that the girl should burst into song. She dropped beside
the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short
thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside,
having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is
tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. Her mind left her. I’ve got no feminine class feeling. The rumor mills churned with the news
that he harbored for her no ill will, but was simply too
busy in his life to have a girlfriend that wasn’t “serious”.
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