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I thought I’d see Paris, do the thing—like a toff. “You see,” she said, very gently, “I AM going. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. The last few months had not dealt kindly with Mr. Probably he has something to say and can't say it, or he writes well about nothing. But he can't have his eyes always about him, or he'd have been with us this morning at the Mint, eh, Mr. A thin line of red appeared in the white neck. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. 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.
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