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to the Kanaka crew, then nodded to the sampan's coolies, who bore upon the
sweeps and headed for the Sha-mien. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur. "
"Ah. 9. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears,
"she would never have died thus. “It isn’t quite that we’re toys. Soon the
trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. It would be easy enough for me to write an eloquent letter about something
else. E.
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