" "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. I’m a soldier, you see. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license.
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