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Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. Wood did think of it, and groaned aloud. As they left Florence, dying men and women still scrabbled through the streets, screams emanating from the rows of houses, beggars running up to the horses, sick children in their arms, their eyes bleeding, their noses running, begging to join them in their journey out. He then barred and double-locked the door, took out the key, (a precautionary measure which, with a grim smile, he said he never omitted,) thrust it into his vest, and motioning the couple to follow him, led the way to the inner room. It was plain that a man of his age could only be interested for one reason alone, yet she felt compelled to at know him a little before the main event. "Let us sit here," she said, indicating the white sand bordering the lagoon; "and in a minute or two you will see something quite wonderful. ‘And it may interest you to know, mademoiselle, that the first thing Gerald must needs do on reaching town is to rush off to that convent of yours to make sure you were safe. The Project Gutenberg EBook of Ann Veronica, by H. Yet he’s been here for six years, and he’s as much a fixture as that sham mahogany sideboard. ‘And I have a very good mind to kill you.
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