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It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. "His wife is still living," returned Kneebone, drily. \" \"There's only one problem. I am no use for a clerk, because I do not understand shorthand. They were horrible people. I hated him. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness.
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