‘Why, that’s it. F. Superstition is the Chinese Reaper. This was not exactly what the woollen-draper desired. The latter haughtily returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair. She knew very well that a new thing was stirring in her. Her tone was hoarse with passion. Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool.
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