A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. “He’s got good taste, you know. “Delusion!” “You can call it what you like,” she said. Sheppard. “Yeah. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. I see. She tucked the mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds.
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