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No Cantonese was in those days permitted to cross to the Sha-mien after sunset without a license. When you send for me I shall come back. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. Sebastian, too, seemed to be immune, even though cats, dogs, and beasts of the suffered just as the humans did: blackening and dying, their eyes rolling, their bodies covered with bald buboes. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. As much as it killed her, she kept her mouth shut.
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