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. " "Don't anger him, my dear son," implored the poor widow, with a look of anguish at Jack. Anna merely glanced at the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head. ‘But we—mon mari and myself—we have the bonne chance. There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike. At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl.
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