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"You did right," returned Trenchard. “You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could
be. ‘Don’t tell me. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. My death, probably. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at
night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. ”
Hill looked up at him, an unkempt, rough-looking object, with broken collar,
tumbled hair, and the blood slowly dripping from his face. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll
have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. "And on my part, I shall not lift a hand
to defend myself. ’
‘Je m’en moque.
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