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“Very likely. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. “Women know these things by instinct,” she answered. His subconscious sensed the unnaturalness of it and recoiled. She gazed with a quiet detachment toward the window and the Oxford Street traffic, and in her heart she was busy kicking this man to death. Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. What is your father's business?" The question was an impertinence, but Ruth was not aware of that. The idea of leaving for Mexico had become unbearable, as he was so easy to like and perhaps even easier to love.
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