. Red, yellow and black : tales of Indians, Chinese and Africans . gripping one ofher ankles with one hand, with the other 65 RED, YELLOW, AND BLACK was winding a long white bandage tightlyaround her foot, squeezing underneath allthe four smaller toes and pressing the heeland great toe nearer together. The childsface was streaked with tears and sheclutched her mothers arm, crying: O,stop! stop! I shall die! I shall die with thepain! I cannot bear this bandaging anylonger. O, mother, mother, unloose thebandages! The missionary stepped across the roomand laid her hand lightly on the mothersshoul
. Red, yellow and black : tales of Indians, Chinese and Africans . gripping one ofher ankles with one hand, with the other 65 RED, YELLOW, AND BLACK was winding a long white bandage tightlyaround her foot, squeezing underneath allthe four smaller toes and pressing the heeland great toe nearer together. The childsface was streaked with tears and sheclutched her mothers arm, crying: O,stop! stop! I shall die! I shall die with thepain! I cannot bear this bandaging anylonger. O, mother, mother, unloose thebandages! The missionary stepped across the roomand laid her hand lightly on the mothersshoulder. The startled woman droppedher childs foot and bandage, and turningaround, she stared like an angry tiger atthe intruder. I have come,5 said the missionary ina gentle voice, to beg you to stop tor-turing your daughter. She is your ownchild. Look at her little face red withthe pain, and listen to her crying. Dohave pity on her and undo the binding. The angry mother blazed at the in-truder. Who are you that you come toteach me how to treat my daughter? You 66. It is more comfortable simply to sit still, for her mother hasalready begun to bind her feet
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