Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. Being a Chinaman in blood and instinct, he despised all spinsters; they were parasites. But all these hours, trying to teach the child wariness toward life, and the moment his back was turned, this! He was, perhaps, still dazed by the inner revelation—his own interest in Ruth. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. She had fallen asleep. Lucy? Come 177 on out. ” To remain, she felt, was to concede everything. With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag. So while he talked to this girl of work and freedom, his slightly protuberant eyes were noting the gracious balance of her limbs and body across the gate, the fine lines of her chin and neck.
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