The Shadow of the East by E. M. (Edith Maude) Hull
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from all the world--until he had come. And his coming had brought
desolation. Near him a valuable vase, that she had prized, lay smashed on the floor, overturned by the old armah in the first frenzy of her grief. It was symbolical and Craven turned from it with quivering lips and went out heavily. He winced at the strong light and shaded his eyes for a moment with his hand. Yoshio was waiting where he had left him. Craven walked to the edge of the verandah and stood for a few moments in silence, steadying himself. "Where were you last night, Yoshio?" he asked at length, in a flat and tired voice. The Jap shrugged. "In town," he said, with American brevity learned in California. "Why did you come here this morning?" Yoshio raised eyes of childlike surprise. "Master's watch. Came here to find it," he said nonchalantly, with an air that expressed pride at his own astuteness. But it did not impress Craven. He looked at him keenly, knowing that he was lying but not understanding the motive and too tired to try and understand. He felt giddy and his head was aching violently--for a moment everything seemed to swim before his eyes and he caught |
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