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It added to the picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. It did not seem quite fair. She could even think of what had happened. He was silent. I mean—I mean to do what I can. She even touched lightly on her father’s unreasonableness. Her eyes were wide open with amazement. The Supper at Mr.
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