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Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. ***** In the daytime the streets of the ancient city of Canton are yet filled with the original confusion—human beings in quest of food. Over here a man quickly loses faith, and I find myself back on solid ground once more. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth.
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