One of the coolies held the paper lantern. Her cheeks flushed a dull red. She had killed him. She had to resist an impulse of sheer terror, to run out after them and give in. The forgiveness and reconciliation was a cold and formal affair, and afterwards her father went off gloomily to his study, and Mr. ” “Never,” he exclaimed vehemently.
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