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"Who cares if we do?" retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance. Each wing had a
small cupola; and, in the centre of the pile rose a larger dome, surmounted by a
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you and I. Indignation carried her through that night, that men and the world could so
entreat her. The delight of the turnkeys was beyond all
bounds; but poor Mrs. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which
she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men
working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in
what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins.
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