. \" 66 She commented as more doors slammed. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things. ’ ‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. ” For a fraction of a second the two young men hesitated. He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness.
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