\" Cathy beamed. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. ***** In the daytime the streets of the ancient city of Canton are yet filled with the original confusion—human beings in quest of food.
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