’ She turned her head, eyes blazing. The Reverend Henry Dolby had come to see China; for that purpose he had, with his wife and daughter, traversed land and sea to the extent of ten thousand miles. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. Of what use was the temporary set-back to memory, when it always returned with redoubled poignancy? Then came another thought, astonishing. \"What did you do?\" Mike asked. . Her patience was waning fast. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up.
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