Lucy inhaled deeply. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. He and his friends (he had at least two per class, even in Trigonometry) would make their exits as quickly as possible.
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