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"Hear me, Jack!" shrieked his mother. The streets were full of colour. I’ve got too much work. ’ ‘Listen. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. "Took a great fancy to you. It ought never to have begun. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he was disposed to let bygones be bygones.
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