THE HIGH-MINDED STRATEGY OF HWA-MEI
wrote thereon: "A wave has beat from that distant shore to this, and now sinks in the unknown depths."
Again he stepped noiselessly to the couch, drew the curtain and dropped the paper lightly on the form. As he did so his breath stopped; his fingers stiffened. Cautiously, on one knee, he listened intently, lightly touched the face; then recklessly taking a hand he raised the arm and suffered it to fall again. No power restrained it; no alertness of awakening life came into the dull face. Wu Chi had already Passed Beyond.
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