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Home!— which I never hoped to see again. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. Jack! Mon dieu, but he was unarmed. To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. No wonder that Trenchard, as he gazed at this fearful being, should have some misgivings cross him.
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