Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. "He was thrown overboard, and perished at sea. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity, and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?” Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon her. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. Majorities, right or wrong, dare not revolt. Of course, it really signified nothing in this careless part of the world that she was travelling alone. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America.
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