CHAPTER XIIIThe Verdict
For several weeks she had been appearing in Carew’s dreams. In each instance she was short and slender, and dressed in Chinese costume; dressed ever, in fact, in richly embroidered blouse and pantaloons of brilliant orange silk. Her oblique eyes were as black, seemingly, as the neatly bobbed bang which fell across her saffron-tinted forehead, and from her shell-like ears swung green jade earrings carved in the form of tiny Buddhas.
Sometimes it seemed to him that she placed her soft cool arms—the silken sleeves of the loose Chinese jacket-blouse falling away from them as she raised them—around his neck, and pressed her little body voluptuously close to his; and to him it was almost as though they had known each other always.
But ever he would awaken suddenly, to
