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There was a general buzz of conversation. As they were busily going through the garments, Virginia remarked, "Are all these things to go to the missionaries at Tien Tsin?" and she adjusted her lorgnette to inspect the heap. "Yes," Mrs. Burke responded wearily, "and I hope they'll get what comfort they can out of 'em." "You don't seem to be very appreciative, Mrs. Burke," Virginia reproved.

"It is admittedly said, 'Every road leads in two directions, and the alternative you suggest, O virtue-loving Tsin Lung, is both reputable and just," replied Hien pleasantly. In this amiable spirit they extricated Thang-li and bore him to the ground. At an appointed hour he received them with becoming ceremony and after a many-coursed repast rose to fulfil the specific terms of his pledge.

Maybe Fu Shan's information ain't complete on that point, but this was a fact, that Lo Tsin, by the will he made, instead of going back to his ancestral cemetery in China, he had himself carried up from Singapore and buried in that same temple; and there he is under the stone floor in the temple of the Green Dragon, but that's not to the point.

"Are you there, Shaik Tsin? I say! Are you there? Why don't you answer?" He paused: no sound for seconds that dragged like so many minutes, then of a sudden a deadened noise like the slam of a door heard afar or a pistol shot at some distance from the telephone in the study.

"Then likely Prince Victor meant you to ask Shaik Tsin to translate it for you, sir." "Probably," Sturm muttered. "I'll see." "Yes, sir. Good-night, sir." Without acknowledging this civility, Sturm turned back into the house and slammed the door. Nogam lingered another moment, then shuffled wearily down the steps and toward the nearest corner.

Taking the railway guide, Victor ruffled its pages, and after brief study of the proper table remarked: "Afraid I must ask you to run up to town for me to-night, Nogam. If you don't mind ..." "Only too glad to oblige, sir." "I find I have left important papers behind. Give this to Shaik Tsin" he handed over the blank envelope "and he will find them for you.

For meself, I'm a fool if I go to bed this night sober enough to dream at all, at all!" Victor rang for Shaik Tsin to show him out. "One question more, if you won't take it amiss," Eleven suggested, lingering. And Victor inclined a gracious head. "Have you thought of failure?" "I have thought of everything." "Well, and if we do fail ?" "How, for example?"

In good English but with musical Eastern inflection a voice gave greeting: "Good evening, Thirteen. You are awaited and welcome!" "Good evening, Shaik Tsin," the European replied in heavy un-English accents. "Number One is here, yes?" "Not yet. But we have just received a telautographic message saying he is on his way."

The Emperor Wunwong retired before our Eastern tribes; Weikeang trembled at us, and sued for our friendship. The ancient title of our chiefs has in the course of time been changed to that which I now bear. When the two races of Tsin and Han contended in battle, and filled the empire with tumult, our tribes were in full power: numberless was the host of armed warriors with their bended horns.

He was always big enough to be inconsistent. He had come to see that the Powers that Were were hopeless, and was for catching at any straw. But something delayed his setting out; and when he reached the Yellow River, news came of the execution of Tsin of two men whom he admired. "How beautiful they were!" said he; "how beautiful they were! This river is not more majestic!