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We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. I won't keep you long.
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