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At sunset the swarming abruptly ceased; even the sampans appeared to draw closer together, with the quiet of water-fowl. "Of yourself," he replied, in a mournful tone. She smiled and started for the stairs without reply. "Here's a cross-bite. Tears began to stream from her cheeks. She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing.
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