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I just thought perhaps a different boy was in store for you. "Jack," said Mrs. The Oriental accepts my medicines kowtowing, and when my back is turned, chucks the stuff out of the window and burns joss-sticks. You left Hong-Kong at night, by way of the Pearl River, and arrived in Canton the next morning. She was always breaking rules, whispering asides, intimating signals. The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. The black clad students streamed slowly to their positions carrying their instruments like offerings to the pilgrimage.
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