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She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. “I don’t see what he has to do with my coming to London?” “He—he worships the ground you tread on. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep. ‘What a catalogue. ‘I have no idea. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little.
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