And at length her penultimate day in Morningside Park dawned for her. She reached the station, and mingling with a crowd of excursionists who had
come from the river on the other side, took her place in the train unnoticed. One of them was
a stout square-built man, with a singularly swarthy complexion, and harsh
forbidding features. Applying his ear to the keyhole, Jack
listened, but could detect no sound. Besides, it was under false pretences. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. I tore the marriage
certificate from his pocket and burnt it. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at
night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. He waved to her. She felt that she became more familiar with the floor
during the time that he stayed than with any particular
person. It was a mad half-hour.
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