‘Quite mad, nuns are. The Oriental has no equivalent. “Don’t you know?”
“Oh! I know—”
“Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. It was the very spot from
which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the
Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but
now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive
and articulate and insistent. And, decently as he could, McClintock
was giving the man the boot. He depended upon her, for his medicine, for his drink, for the
little amusement it was now permissible to give him. Yet, here she was, in
the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely
wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with
yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and
diffused strange suffocating smells. ‘Precisely. Well, this was the side of the
world where things like that happened. They had not proceeded far when a low moan was heard. And since then, he has openly
avowed his determination of cutting his master's throat on the slightest inkling of
treachery.
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