“I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. We’ll be somewhere on the floor above. ‘Dieu du ciel, but answer me!’ Martha’s eyes were swimming again, and she reached out.
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