Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object. "Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. I wouldn't touch the stuff for all the pearls in India. Jonathan had to feel his way.
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