Lifu returned to Peking and found Mochow to greet him at the station in a white dress, young, fresh, and beautiful, leading their two-year-old baby with one hand, and welcoming him with the other, but with no more demonstrativeness than a silent pressure which told him he was welcome back to a home of steadfast love. His sister was there, too, and told him that she had transferred to the Peking National University, which had become coeducational since the so-called "literary renaissance."

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