In red and gold . ime without the hope ofyouth and without love walking at his side. And then, quaintly, alluringly, the picture of HuiFei took form before his minds eye, as if to mockhis laborious philosophy, charm it away. Like thatof a boy his quick imagination wove about her brightyouth, her piquant new-old worldliness, shining veilsof illusion. It was, then, to be so. He was to live on, sadly, with a dream that would not die He bowed his head. 4 Their play brought relief to the overwroughtnerves of the two young people. After a time theysettled comfortably against the rail. You lost all y
In red and gold . ime without the hope ofyouth and without love walking at his side. And then, quaintly, alluringly, the picture of HuiFei took form before his minds eye, as if to mockhis laborious philosophy, charm it away. Like thatof a boy his quick imagination wove about her brightyouth, her piquant new-old worldliness, shining veilsof illusion. It was, then, to be so. He was to live on, sadly, with a dream that would not die He bowed his head. 4 Their play brought relief to the overwroughtnerves of the two young people. After a time theysettled comfortably against the rail. You lost all your things on the steamer? said he. Everthing. So did I. He smiled ruefully. Even part ofmy clothes. But it doesnt matter. I din like to lose all my pretty things, said theyre gone now. All excep my opera Im jus a Manchu girl again. Its so strange—only yeserday it seem to me I was a real Ids my books, too—all my books. He glanced up quickly. Youre fond of reading? Oh, yes. Aren you?. f^lx^^f T^
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