The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. ” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. It's as strong, if not stronger, than this.
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