To buy the freedom of a poor little Chinese slave-girl! For what was the sing-song girl but a slave, the double slave of custom and of men? Ruth wanted to know keenly what had impelled the idea. “And you brought her a man, I presume. He moaned. "I have nothing to forgive. It was his mother, and as he gazed on her pallid features and motionless frame, Jack's heart severely smote him. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. I must practise what I preach.
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