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AM poor," said Chunder Ali, while the Mandarin above him Frowned in supercilious anger at the dog who dared to speak; "I am friendless and a Hindoo: such a one meets few to love him Here in China, where the Hindoo finds the truth alone is weak. I have naught to buy your justice; were I wise, I had not striven. Speak your judgment;" and he crossed his arms and bent his quivering face.