Give me this picture. Who? Could it be Gerald? Quickly, she looked back at Gosse’s face, and found him frowning. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. "You'd have hit it off better if you'd called her The Sow. She crooked her finger. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand.
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