“Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. The Cantonese, excepting in the shops where he expects profit, always resents the intrusion of the fan-quei—foreign devil. It was time to leave America. We’re different. ” She said fretfully. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another.
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