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"You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild," rejoined Abraham, shaking his head. I don’t care if you never tell me any of your secrets. His face clouded with anger. You Ann Veronica?” “Rather! I say—did you marry Gwen?” “Yes. Actually, he had come all this distance simply to fulfil a certain clause in his contract with Fate, to be in Canton on this particular day. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “There are some people,” he said at last, “who seem fated to carry on their shoulders the burdens of other people. Which were perfectly true, as Gerald was aware.
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