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He swore when I tried to get it out with the ladle, and told me what it said. “Why?” “I still love you. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. ” He cried traitorously. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. That is a part of the show in Hong-Kong. But he does not come to see me since three days, even that these are my affairs and one could think that he would tell it to me if there is news, no?’ ‘When he has news to tell he will come, child, trust me,’ the old lady assured her.
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