The rebels attacking Canton had been defeated.
After Horatio returned to Shanghai, Robert wrote a letter to Ayaou. He had difficulty forming the Chinese characters, because his hand was trembling. For that reason, he kept the note brief.
“Ayaou, it’s time to come home. I miss you horribly. You are always in my thoughts. Bring Guan-jiah too.”
It was difficult to stop from pouring his feelings into the letter. In the last line, he told Ayaou to bring Fooyen; she would make a good nanny for Anna. He sent five hundred yuan for Ayaou to give to her cousins to help repair the junk.
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A week later, his boat-girl was back.
She stood before him in the bedroom looking like the girl he’d first met during that battle with the Taipings years earlier. His head was thick with desire. He’d forgotten how good she smelled. He stood behind her while his hands explored. “I’ve missed your beauty,” he said.
“You are a crazy man,” she replied. “I am no beauty. My face is not round and pale like the full moon. You have forgotten how large my feet are. I have high cheekbones and dark skin. In China, this means I am ugly.”
“But I’m not Chinese. I see beauty from a different standard. You’re everything I’ve desired and dreamed of.” He pulled her closer. The familiar curve of her spine against his body was something he’d dreamed about on lonely nights. His starved hands slipped under her clothing to explore the warmth her body offered.
They made love for hours like drunken sailors who had been without Scotch too long and couldn’t get enough.
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