The Girl from Hong-Kong: A Story of Adventure Under Five Suns — page 297: what you’re looking at

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THE GIRL FROM HONG-KONG. 291 “Has just gone out with the widow in facre.” It is just six when ‘Ferry receivés another message that causes him. to whistle. “I wonder what“Doris will say—Jove; why shouldn’t I insist on imitating the old gentleman’s example? [ff he isa httle daft he has proved’ no laggard in love. Vil make a stand and enter a bold plea. If we must keep -up this ridiculous chase around the globe F think it would be better Doris were my wife than my betrothed.” The magnitude of the thing rather staggers him’ at first, and takes away his breath. When he settles down to considering it, however, it presents so many charms. that he grows more and more infatuated, and immediately begins to marshal all hts facts together so ‘as to have as strong an argument as possible upon broaching' it tc Doris. Then ke sends up word that he is. ready for their drive to the Bots du Boulogne, and Doris,-unconscious of the snare he has laid’ for her, comes tripping down, looking as lovely as a fairy princess, for there is nothing under heaven that can beautify a girl half so well as love. Terry is a fair whip, and prefers to drive upon this occasion, for he has much to say that will admit of the presence of no third party. Until they are moving along the shady drives of the park he chats upon various subjects. “F have had another message,” he says at length. Something tells her he has kept thts intelligence back with a purpose in view. She looks up into his face, a shade of apprehension passing over her own countenance. “Te ts of mmportance, or you would have told me be- fore now?” “Yes.” “Terry, is he—dead?” with a hand on hts arm, and a face that is devotd of color. ~ “Oh, not so bad as that,” hastily. “Then sick—hurt in the fire. You must take me to fim —tf will nurse poor dear papa. Remember, I am all he has in the world.” “Ahem !-—my dear girl, I am afraid that in his halluci- comicbooks.com a