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Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. “Upon my word,” he exclaimed, “this is most extraordinary. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. I have an aunt who is coming to live with me, and I do not intend to receive any visitors at all. I'm a stickler about clothes and clean chins. " Sailors, he thought; and most of them the dregs of the South Seas, casting their evil glances at this exquisite creature and trying to smirch with innuendo the crystal clearness of her mind. You have no grasp upon the essential facts of life (I pray God you never may), and in your rash ignorance you are prepared to dash into positions that may end in lifelong regret. In fiction you make the Chinese secretive, criminal, and terrible—or comic.
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