The poor people! she said. She did not see why one should not
sympathize with the griefs of a Chinaman. Humble honest folks, without
a doubt--swept off the face of the earth, through no fault of their own,
by a cataclysm! There was quite a discussion about it on her terrace
that afternoon.
Mr. Heard, feeling also very charitable, found himself taking her part
against someone who said it was impossible to sympathize with the
troubles of a yellow man--they were too different, too remote from
ourselves. He thought that much individual hardship had been suffered,
undeserved, unchronicled; homes destroyed, children drowned before the
eyes of their parents. And nobody seemed to care.
CHAPTER XXXIX
Later on, he turned his back upon the crowded walks and found himself
on a remote terrace overlooking the sea. It was quiet here, in view of
the sunset--his last sunset on Nepenthe.
Leaning over the parapet he enjoyed, once more, the strangely intimate
companionship of the sea.
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