19/22 To O'Higgins--for all his sordid business he was not insensible to beauty--to O'Higgins she appeared to have entered the room with the light. Above her head was an aura of white fire. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. He recognized the face instantly. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. |