She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes,
each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. "
He summoned another "boy" and rumbled some Cantonese. She stepped into his arms. Her safety lay in pretense—that
what she saw was as a tale twice told. She closed the book that she
had been pretending to read and gathered her black
umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she
despised. An avid reader in many genres, I love to share books
that have given me much pleasure. "But to the point," continued Wild, unconscious of the peril in which the remark
had placed him,—"to the point. “I think we have,” he answered, gravely, and took her in his arms, and
smoothed her hair from her forehead, and very tenderly kissed her lips.
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