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To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. "There is no fee," said Dolby. He had very nearly cleared the board, when a knock was heard below, and descending at the summons, he found his two janizaries. She could not run, her limbs were frozen. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully.
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