Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object. “Steady on!” he cried. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. You sing better than Annabel ever did, you have even a better style.
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