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At a sign from Ah Cum, official custodian of the sightseers, the polechair coolies pressed toward the left and halted. Ramage pursed his rather loose lips and shrugged his shoulders, with his eyes fixed steadily upon her. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. It wasn’t pretty. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. Wood, whose admiration for masculine beauty was by no means abated, glanced at the well-proportioned figure of the young man, and made him a very civil salutation. How Jack Sheppard attended his Mother's Funeral. ‘Cajolery? This is not your style.
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