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“I fancy that’s the idea,” said Joan. “What will you do if you fail? Go back to China?” “Poor dear lady,” he said, “all those years! And poor Jack Allway.” He seemed to be talking to himself. Suddenly he turned to her. “How is the dear fellow?” he asked.!
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