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She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. " "I don't unterstand you," returned Mrs. It was in her eyes—the big thing that comes but once. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue.
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