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‘You’ve found her out?’ ‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. It would be difficult to find another human being subjected to so many angles of attack as Spurlock. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton.
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