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Canton, 1857
I didn't think Mistress Sung was used to having people talk back to her. As she took a deep breath, her nostrils widened. "We can't have her disrupting our household," she said to her husband. She looked as if she were staring at a balance that was weighing my value against all the trouble I could cause. "We would be quite within our rights to turn you out this moment.". . .