“My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. “You pushed the wheel from my hand.
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