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. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. "He was hanged that left his drink behind, you know, master," rejoined Sheppard. I struck him across the mouth, and across the eyes.
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