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Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. "Then I'll have it before to-morrow morning," said the keeper of the New Prison, to himself. See what a horrible rascal you've let loose upon the world!" "I'm sure, mother," rejoined Winifred, "if any one was likely to feel resentment, I was; for no one could be more frightened. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil.
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