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 "What a fool an old man can be," he said aloud. "Ah, my poor little Jane Ingram!"

So it was Shanghai at last! The Kyoto Maru left the blue water behind, as the Delphian had done, and nosed into the wide, turbid sea at the mouth of the Yangtze River. How Jane's heart would have leapt if she had realized that those gray funnels were the Delphian's, among the clustering stacks around Woo-sung! The Kyoto Maru passed them swiftly by; the godowns of Woo-sung dropped out of sight; the Whangpoo twisted ahead. Sampans besieged the ship, offering strange food, toys, and trinkets to the sight-seers at the rail. Yellow men swarmed, it seemed, on the face of the river; boats flung themselves perilously across the very bow of the liner. At last she swung around Pu Tung Point and came to anchor off the bund.

Mr. Bolliver shook his head and caught his breath, for many reasons. Crowding memories of many another arrival in Shanghai, terrible anxiety connected with the present one, held him silent and grave as he and Jane stood