B. “I am afraid,” he said gravely, “that your sister has been a little indiscreet. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress. ‘En effet, it is for this that I was enquiring of this man if he has pen and paper. I feel years younger, a man again. ‘Like a vision she were. Do have some tea, won’t you? If you must, go then. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. Stanley. Wood had been my father, as well as yours. It was partly to pay a grudge he had against father. He has no imagination, no real generosity. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her.
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