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I love you still, Anna, but life holds other things than the love of man for woman. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. Never mind. I would like to have to tell it so. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen.
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