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That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling. ’ ‘Not French?’ echoed Hilary.
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