uld not understand. So I turned my ies strange  my mother.

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    ;Come, An-mei. e must ; she said, as if observing a rainy sky.

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    As I  rue, ed it.

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    my uncle rue. After I sa keep my ed.

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    But on train, I realized raveled for seven days, one day by rail, six days by steamer boat. At first, my motold me stories of tientsin w w been.

    Salked of clever peddlers s, and my mote, a te, till finger- off to the hungry buyer.

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    Sold me about narroreets s sold vegetables I en before in my life—and my mot, so tender, so fresions of ty  never togete s, some dirty, some clean. And ted in pink, anot jutted out at every angle like ts of Victorian dresses, oted s and ed o look like ivory.

    And in tertime I  art to rain, and tly, more sloil it became als of quince blossoms in ts and pants, so if it ter cold, no matter!

    Sold me many stories until my face urned forosin. But ientsin gulf, ters co black and t began to rock and groan. I became fearful and sick. And at nigream my aunt , ters t ccers from