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You Americans laugh at our custom of honouring our ancestors, our many-times great grandfathers. I’M shaken. Kevin Chen, Martin’s father, was equally stately, his dark brown eyes bright with the fire of extreme intelligence. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. "Let me look at the paper.
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