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Nodding, she advanced without hesitation, not wanting to voice her doubts. The sun gave a lazy yawn as the two of them crossed the narrow path and onward to the Promenade. The streets were certainly still gay with activity, as ever. Stray dogs halted to let themselves be petted by squealing urchins, well-muscled warriors posed to the delight of swooning ladies of fashion, exhibitionists demonstrated their powers of pleasing with alacrity. Occasionally, a filthy beggar would moan “Spare some change, please”, only to be shoved away by swaggering dandies, to the laughter of their girlish companions. It seemed to Ji Xiang that the bazaar was beckoning to them to make their last purchases before the day was ended, and another one begun.
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