'—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter. We haven’t. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. " The doctor went down the side to the waiting sampan, which at once set out for the Sha-mien. Never mind, I’ve got plenty. Marthe has told me that the house comes to my mother, Ma—ry Re—men—ham. ’ A thought caught in her mind and she turned quickly to her old nurse.
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