"Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. "But there's nothing more to see in Canton. . She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. She did not hear his approach, but continued her occupation without raising her head.
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