Before she put on her sun-helmet, she paused before the mirror. She never questioned the motives of the characters; she had neither the ability nor the conceit for that; but she could and often did correct his lapses in colour. A blow from the iron bar instantly stretched the ruffian on the floor. "What is a sing-song girl?" she asked.
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