Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. So, while she watched, distressed and bewildered by her tumbling thoughts, the packet, Canton bound, ruffled the placid waters of the Pearl River. “Well, no,” she answered. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. When she got back to her questions again in the monotonous high-road that led up the hill, she found the image of Mr.
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