Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You have papers of identity, for the Mother Abbess told me so. It would send business elsewhere; and the hotel business in Canton was never so prosperous that one could afford to lose a single guest. " "You paint yourself worse than you are, dear Mrs.
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