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He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. As the time when his identity had to be proved approached, this rigour was, in a trifling degree, relaxed, and a few persons were occasionally admitted to the ward, but only in the presence of Austin. I can't spare you at present. ” “Everything goes well with me,” he said, folding his arms under him and regarding Ann Veronica with the slightly projecting eyes wide open. I can now give myself to God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in between. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil.
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