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” “No, mine. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. 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. I want to enrich it with hangings and gladden it with verses. “I am off to-night,” he said.
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