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"For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm. I am quite sure that I do not know you. In your heart you know very well that this is absurd. The one profession, the one decent profession, I mean, for a woman—except the stage— is teaching, and there we trample on one another. It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. The sounds of the seashore infiltrated her dreams as she floated in heavenly bliss of sleep. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. Taber.
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