But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I may be able to part with him then. E. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. “Won’t you have some more tea, Mr. Wait a second. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock.
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