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Thunder rumbled behind the manicured hills. Mr. "The lash cuts to the bone. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. She had not been sufficiently prompted in relation to the ways of caravansaries; but her mind had been alert and receptive. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green.
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