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Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent. She foraged about in her mind for some satisfying equivalent which would express in English this gurgling drone the Chinese called a language. I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion.
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