The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack. '" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement. But she no longer obsessed over heresy, no longer did she feel cursed by God. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. It is difficult to express these things. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. He wisely refrained from questioning the manager of the Victoria.
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