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The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. No one seeing you together could doubt that she is your granddaughter. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. He recognised Anna, and at once addressed her.
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