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Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. He walked her home. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. They were at the corner of Pall Mall now, and had come to a standstill.
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