“Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. He turned and shouted some orders to the Kanaka crew, then nodded to the sampan's coolies, who bore upon the sweeps and headed for the Sha-mien. The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. ‘Bon. It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. She would not be driven in by this persistent, sneaking aggression. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one.
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