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Updated: June 18, 2025
What she felt was kept very secret, but even if it hadn't been there was no one to notice, certainly not Chrystie, nor Aunt Ellen. The only other person near enough to notice was Fong, and it wasn't Fong's place to help at least to help in an open way. One morning in the kitchen, when he and "Miss Lolly" were making the menu for a new dinner, he had said, "Mist Bullage come this time?"
On the other hand, Li Fong Pao, the Chinese representative, was a mandarin who steadily wore his Chinese costume, pigtail and all, and who, though jolly, could speak only through an interpreter who was almost as difficult to understand as the minister himself.
The general colour of these dresses is black or blue. Their religion is idolatry, their principal idol is Fong Chon, and they are very superstitious, believing in magic and invocation of spirits, and the art of foretelling events by divination.
Mrs. Barrett emptied her cup bravely. "When shall we call again?" she asked. "You need not come again," Fong Wu replied. "Each day you have only to dampen the bandages from these." He handed her a green-flowered box containing twelve tiny compartments; in each was a phial. "And I sha'n't have to take any more of this this awful stuff?" she demanded gaily, giving back the cup. "No." "Ah!
I wunk at him and stepped on his toe, but nothin' could stop him, and he went on, "I wouldn't have jined 'em anyway, Miss Hein Fong, I wouldn't treat a neighbor so." "Neighbor?" sez she wonderin'ly. "Yes," sez he, "you know our land jines on the under side.
If she thought her sister had fallen in love with Fong, she couldn't have appeared more shocked and incredulous. "Care for him?" said Chrystie, pulling out the bureau drawer and clawing about in it for her gloves. "Well, I care for him in some ways, and then I don't care for him in other ways." "I don't mean that, I mean really care." "Do you mean, am I in love with him?"
"Oh, let me qualify my own witness!" retorted O'Brien fretfully. "Ah Fong, will you respect the oath to testify truthfully, about to be administered to you?" The interpreter delivered a broadside of Chinese at Ah Fong, who listened attentively and replied at equal length. Then the interpreter went at him again, and again Ah Fong affably responded. It was interminable.
In the shade of branches that hung over the sidewalk, she scaled the fence and flew, her feet noiseless on the turf. She passed the empty chairs, and sent a searching glance up toward the windows, all unshuttered, the glass gone from the sashes. Were they in there? Had Aunt Ellen dared to enter? Had Fong overcome her terrors and forced her to take shelter?
A big book for instance?" The interpreter put the question and then shook his head. According to Ah Fong there was no virtue in books whatever, either large or small. On some occasions an oath could be properly taken on a broken plate also white but not in murder cases. It was chicken or nothing. "Are you not willing to waive the formality of an oath, Mr.
The ownership of the vessel was then transferred to Fong Aming, and in his name she is registered. These are the simple facts connected with the purchase of the lorcha by a resident of the colony at Hongkong and her registry as a British vessel, and it is from these facts that the Imperial Commissioner Yeh has arrived at an erroneous conclusion as to the ownership of the boat."
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