The Archive · 1893

The Old Leaven

There was, however, still enough of the old leaven left to show that the change was but akin-deep. Here, some sportive urchin sitting on the door-step of the family mansion would sing out, old familiar salutation "Foreign Devil," and then tumble head over heels inside, like a scared rabbit into its warren, while there, some limestone quarrier, secure in the elevation of some 200 feet up the mountain, would shout down to Kill him," Probably, just as soon as the authorities cease to have a use for the foreigner there it will be all the same as before. and perhaps more so; for the mandarin is the wind, and the people the reade which bend either this way or that at a breath.

Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.

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