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No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. At length, I shall ascertain my name. “YOU wouldn’t like to be independent?” he asked, abruptly. I understand. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. ” “He was probably right,” she declared. I do like to see old friends back here.
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