I’ve been waiting all my life to get out of this town. She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a box, they had always been so precious. It hung from the centre of a stout pole, each end of which rested upon the calloused shoulder of a coolie; an ordinary Occidental chair with a foot-rest. I'll take them back with me.
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