A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. You'd be coming up to Hong-Kong, but you'd be cutting out Canton. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. "I've said it," rejoined Jonathan, peremptorily. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them.
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