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150 “Blinga chit flom lilly missee,” he said, and held the note toward me.

I hesitated, glaring at him in a way that must have been very unpleasant; but recovering myself I tore open the envelope, and read the following note, written in pencil and very shakily:

Please forgive him. If you knew what we have suffered from Señor Don Juan Menendez, I know you would forgive him. Please, for my sake.

The Chinaman was watching me, that strangely pathetic expression in his eyes, and:

“Tell your mistress that I quite understand and will write to her,” I said.

“Hoi, hoi.”

Ah Tsong turned, and ran swiftly off, as I pursued my way back to Cray’s Folly in a mood which I shall not attempt to describe.