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"What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. But at the word “home” she turned again. "Why shouldn't a Chinaman be honest? Ah, yes; I know. But, you see, she HAS to lie up. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica.
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