"Honorable husband
arrive plenty click when read um insides."
There had seemed no sense to this. But Desire did not argue. She did
not even attend very carefully when Li Ho added certain
explanations. He had found, it appeared, some papers which had
belonged to her mother and had felt it his duty to send them on.
"Where did you find them, Li Ho?"
Instead of answering this, Li Ho, after a moment's hesitation, had
produced from some recess of his old blue coat an envelope which he
handled with an air of awed respect.
"Li Ho find more plasel too. Pletty soon put um back. Honorable Boss
indulge in fit if missing."
"Which means that it belongs to father and that you have--borrowed
it?" suggested she, delicately.
"No b'long him. B'long you," said Li Ho, thrusting the packet into
her hand. And, as if fearful of being questioned further, he had
taken the candle and departed.
"Leave me the candle, Li Ho," she had called to him. But he had not
returned. And a candle is a small matter. She was used to undressing
in the dusk. Almost at once she had fallen asleep.
Now in the morning, as she lay and watched the shadows of the
leaves, she remembered that, though he had taken the candle, he had
left the letter. It lay there on the strip of old carpet beside her
cot. Desire withdrew her attention from the leaves and picked it up.
With a little thrill she saw that Li Ho had been right. It was her
own name which was written across the envelope .
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