In one of the big gates was a little door, and she rapped at this. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. "I thought we were going to have some music," she said. The touch of her hands was pleasurable. She forgot her vital hatred of the South Seas; she forgot that McClintock's would not differ a jot from the old island she had for ever left behind her; she forgot all the doctor's lessons and warnings. Supper was spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. I was pretty strong for a four-year old! She was so mad that she spanked me with a belt until my butt was raw and bleeding. On a high chair behind a raised counter the stipendiary’s substitute regarded her malevolently over his glasses. "You have defied me, and shall feel my power. Would there be enough in the young man's envelope to pay the doctor and the hotel bill—and in the event of his death, enough to ship the body home? So all things pointed to the happy circumstance of setting this young fool upon his feet again, of seeing him hence upon his journey. You'd be coming up to Hong-Kong, but you'd be cutting out Canton. Not wisely but too well.
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