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She knew very well that a new thing was stirring in her. "In Canton. She forgot Anna’s sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened upon her sister’s shoulders. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them. No good at all. A stiff, formally-cut coat of cinnamon-coloured cloth, with rows of plate buttons, each of the size of a crown piece, on the sleeves, pockets, and skirts, reached the middle of his legs; and his costume was completed by the silver-hilted sword at his side, and the laced hat under his left arm. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. Her father became much less distant towards his only daughter in the days that followed. But her temper almost flared again when the sergeant spoke. Courtlaw,” she remarked. At length she hit upon it: bubbling water. It was ended. “I’ve got bad faults. Fatigued by his previous exertions, and incumbered by his fetters, he was by no means—though ordinarily remarkably swift of foot—a match for his foes, who were fast gaining upon him.
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