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Canton at night is as much China as the border town of Lan-Chow-fu. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father. “A man like that taints a girl by looking at her, by his mere conversation. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. "Speak, or I fire!" "Well, if you will have it, it's Sir Rowland Trenchard. The black, meantime, began to ply his hammer, and speedily unriveted the chains.
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