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"Yet mayhap he might do something for thee, friend Ambrose," added the armourer. "Commend thee to some post in his chapel royal, or put thee into some college, since such is thy turn. How sayst thou, Master Randall, shall he send in this same token, and make his petition?" "If a foo if a plain man may be heard where the wise hath spoken," said Randall, "he had best abstain.
I immediately seized a mouthful of the food. It had the same laxness in texture that all organic structures seem to have upon the moon; it tasted rather like a gauffre or a damp meringue, but in no way was it disagreeable. I took two other mouthfuls. "I wanted foo'!" said I, tearing off a still larger piece.... For a time we ate with an utter absence of self-consciousness.
"Trade them? Good heavens, yes! Of all things! Here!" Jane unclasped the beads and thrust them toward Ling Foo's eager claw. But Dennison reached out an intervening hand. "Just a moment, Miss Norman. What's the game?" he asked of Ling Foo. Ling Foo silently cursed all this meddler's ancestors from Noah down, but his face expressed only mild bewilderment. "Game?" "Yes.
He resumed his pacing. Each time he reached the necklace he gave it another kick. At length the necklace was at the threshold. Ling Foo approached the light and shut it off. Next he opened the door and kicked the necklace across the threshold. Diamonds thirty or forty of them on a string. The room in the rear was divided into workshop and storeroom. The living rooms were above.
He would not go near that door again this night. The man outside shook his fists threateningly, wheeled, and strode off. Three strides took him out of sight; but Ling Foo, with a damp little chill on his spine, remarked that the visitor limped. So! This would be the man who had carried the bloody head and shoulders of the unknown. Oriental curiosity blazed up and over Ling Foo's distaste.
Only it was as bitter as the gall of chicken, and he purposed to lessen his own discomfort by making the lame man share it. Oriental humour. Dennison and the hotel manager followed him curiously. At the end of the corridor Ling Foo stopped and knocked on a door. It was opened immediately. "Ah! Oh!" The inflections touched Dennison's sense of humour, and he smiled.
The guide made the introduction with an all-embracing sweep of his hand. "Chang Foo ladies and gentlemen," he announced; then held up his hand for silence. You will see here the real life of the Chinese, and in half an hour you will get what few would get in a lifetime spent in China itself.
She took her hands off him, and the boy was going away in a half-sullen silence, when she caught him again. 'Who towd yo about 'Lias an t' Pool, nobbut 'Lias hissel? 'Uncle Reuben towd me summat. 'Aye, Reuben Grieve he put him in t' carrier's cart, an behaved moor like a Christian nor his wife I allus mind that o' Reuben Grieve, when foak coe him a foo.
Dey caught her snoopin' around one of de en-trays into Foo Sen's half an hour ago. Say, de whole mob all de way up de line's been tipped off. I'm givin' youse de real thing. Youse must have been asleep somewhere, or youse'd have been wise before." "Sure I believe you!" said Jimmie Dale earnestly. "Who caught her, Wowzer?" "De Mole," replied the Wowzer. "An' he's got her now over in his layout."
We have been talking for several minutes when he becomes totally silent and after a long pause hands me a cablegram. The cablegram reads: "Hongkong Ying Yan: Bandits captured Foo Wing and wife. Send $5,000 immediately. Signed: Taichow." "I just received this," says Mr. Lee. "Ying Yan is my father. Foo Wing is my brother. His American name is Andrew Lee.
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