Lord help him! he's the very image of his father. The room was intimate and wonderful to her with its shadows now cast over the girlish menagerie of stuffed animals. To reach the Sha-mien—and particularly the Hotel Victoria—one crossed a narrow canal, always choked with rocking sampans over and about which swarmed yellow men and women and children in varied shades of faded blue cotton. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. A. “Better,” said Ann Veronica, with an unreal alacrity. I'll tote it myself.
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