The father was a madman. Ah Cum said that it was customary to give the chair boys small money for rice. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. The first stroke appeared to arouse all the vindictive passions of Jonathan. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. I’ve no name for it yet.
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