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"How?" cried her brother, starting. As she started, rearing up her head, a hand stole about her mouth and closed down hard. She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life. " "As an honest Chinaman?"—taking out the offensiveness of the query by smiling. Do you indeed remember? The smell of decay and cheap methylated spirit!. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her complexion.
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