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He resented being regarded as irregular. "Curse you! Where are the bailiffs? Rot you! have you lost your tongue? Devil seize you! you could bawl loud enough a moment ago!" "Silence, Blueskin!" interposed an authoritative voice, immediately behind the ruffian. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. F. Shari laughed hysterically and was promptly shushed by Larry from the next room. Then the girl was heading past the inn and Roding marched down to confront her. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. A cold shiver ran through her frame, and her gentle spirit passed away for ever. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him.
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