Not a girl like Desire--not that type of girl at all.
Someone quite different, but nice. A fair girl, like that nurse he
had had in his office. John might be very happy with a wife like
that . . .
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It was not until the fourth night out that the professor remembered
the packet from Li Ho. It had loomed so small among the events of
that day of revelations that he had completely forgotten it. He did
not even remember putting it in his pocket--but there it was, still
unopened, and promising some slight distraction from the wearying
contemplation of the crawling train. It would shut out, too, the
annoyance of the tobacco traveller, smoking with an offensive
leisureliness, and declaring, in defiance of all feeling, that they
were "Sharp on time and going some!"
With a reviving interest in something outside the time-table, Spence
cut the string and opened the yellow packet. A small note-book fell
out and a letter--two letters, and one of them in the unmistakable
writing of Li Ho him-self. This latter, the professor opened first.
"Honorable Spence and Esteemed Professor, dear Sir," wrote Li Ho.
"Permit felicity to include book belong departed parent of valued
wife. Deceased lady write as per day. Li Ho extract and think proper
missy to know. Honorable Boss head much loony. Secure that missy
remain removed if desiring safety. Belong much danger here since
married as per also enclosed.
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