She held up the lamp. She could feel her face turning beet red. “For Heaven’s sake, no,” she answered quickly. That is why I called myself Anna. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. While Lady Bicknacre had never trusted Valade.
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