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"But there's nothing more to see in Canton. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living. ‘But for my dowry, what else? One cannot expect that an Englishman will marry any jeune demoiselle without a dowry. ‘Don’t rightly know how you make that out, you being a French spy and a prisoner and all. She knew it. “An uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. Alors, how did you get in?’ ‘Oh, we broke in,’ Gerald told her cheerfully. ‘Let us go elsewhere and discuss the matter. "These people are all in league with him," cried the latter. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. Canton at night is as much China as the border town of Lan-Chow-fu. 7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.
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