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They will guess that I am English. Earles declared. The Reverend Henry Dolby had come to see China; for that purpose he had, with his wife and daughter, traversed land and sea to the extent of ten thousand miles. For the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. Good looks, with a melancholy cast, always drew sentimental females. She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have lost the power of movement. In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made.
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