A look of terror glinted across the eyes slit in the child’s moon-shaped yellow face, but he stood stock still and silent--respectful and obedient. The very old man in the chair of carved and inlaid teak wood saw the glint of fear, and he liked it fiercely, although he came of a clan renowned for fearlessness, even in a race that for personal courage has never been matched--unless by the British, the race which of all others it most resembles. Old Wu adored little Wu, and was proud of him with a jealous pride, but he knew that there was nothing craven in the fear that had looked for one uncontrolled instant from his grandson’s narrow eye--nothing craven, but love for himself, love of home, …
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