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‘She is a maid only, and I do not believe she has married Emile. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins. From the opposite corner under the trees a man with his hat slouched over his eyes stood and glowered at them. The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. Her back stiffened. " He signalled to Ah Cum; and the two of them crossed on foot into the city. When she came to school on Friday, she almost tripped twice going up the stairs.
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