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She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. Traps, set with peculiar cunning; she had encountered them everywhere. "But they will find the evidences of slaughter in the other room,—the table upset,—the bloody cloth,— the dead man's sword,—the money,—and my memorandum, which I forgot to remove. A quarter of an hour passed. However, to cut a long matter short, my proposal's this: —I've taken a fancy to your bantling, and, as I've no son of my own, if it meets with your concurrence and that of Mrs. Sheppard from his elevated position. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist, then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. ‘Alors, I see how is this. Canton at night is as much China as the border town of Lan-Chow-fu. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. But in a moment she believed she understood.
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