The message had been left by a rancher in passing.
As Li Choo delivered the word, he managed to put himself between Mazarine and his wife in such a way as to enrage the old man, who struck the Chinaman twice savagely across the shoulders with the whip, and then stamped out of the house, invoking God to punish the rebellious and the heathen, while Li Choo, shrinking still from the cruel blows, clucked in his throat.

There was something in the sound which belonged to the abyss dividing the Eastern from the Western races.
That night Louise had refused to go to bed; but at last, fearing physical force, had obeyed, and had lain with her face to the wall, close up to it, letting the cold plaster cool her hot palms, for now she burned with a fire which was consuming the debris of an old life--the fire of knowledge, for which she had to pay so heavily.
"You couldn't walk even a little of the way to Tralee, could you ?" asked Orlando, when they had reached a shrub-covered hillock.
"No, I couldn't walk it, I'm so shaken.

I'm terribly weak; I tremble all over," she added, as she sat down upon a stone.

"But if I don't--if I don't go back--oh, you know!" "Yes, I know," answered Orlando.

"He's the sort that would horsewhip a woman." "He started to do it yesterday," she answered, "but Li Choo came in time, and he horsewhipped Li Choo instead." "I wouldn't myself be horsewhipping Chinamen much," said Orlando.
"They're a queer lot." Suddenly she got to her feet.