Dear me! I thing you grown more nize-loogin, she said.
Jack got up and walked across to the window, turning his back deliberately on her, and whistling with forced gayety, his hands in his pockets. She approached him with feigned timidity and stood at his elbow.
You glad see me bag, excellency?
No! shortly.
This emphatic answer frightened her. She was not so sure of herself, after all.
You wan me go way? she asked, in the smallest voice.
Yes.
She loitered only a moment, and then Ah-bah (good-bye) she said softly.
He felt, for he would not turn around to see, that she was crossing the room slowly, reluctantly. He heard the shoji pushed aside, and then shut to. He was alone! He sprang forward and called her name aloud. She came running back to him and plunged into his arms. He held her close, almost fiercely. The anger was all gone. His face was white and drawn. The dread of losing her again had overpowered him. When she tried to extricate herself from his arms, he would not let her go. He sat down on one of the chairs, and held her on his knee. She was laughing now, laughing and pouting at his white face.
My crashes! she cried. You loog lige ole Chinese priest ad the temple. She pulled a long face, and drew her pretty eyes up high with her finger tips; then she chanted some solemn words, mocking mirthfully her ancestors religion.