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As he spoke he unwrapped the grey shawl and extricated a pretty little girl of about five years of age, whose dainty shoes and smart pink frock with its little linen apron all bespoke a mother's care.
"But, woman, are you mad?" cried the mandarin, laughing loudly.
Stephen said quickly for fear his trembling would prevent him:
If I might say so, there is something almost blasphemous in this horror of the elements.
