"I see nothing surprising in it," rejoined Jonathan. "I give you one minute for reflection. “Had the pleasure of dining with you at the ‘Ambassador’s’ one night, before the show, you know—last September I think it was. He walked unsteadily towards the door. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. You shall have room to develop, you shall live as you will, where you will, only give me the right to protect you, to free you from all these petty material cares. She had fallen asleep. For a long time she surveyed a row of towering holly-hocks, as though they offered an explanation. It was you! It was exactly you, but it was probably the photo they thought it was your mother! I dug it up after combing the Reader’s Guide To Periodical Literature for like, six hours straight. "Well!" cried Mrs.
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