’ There was a kind of aching hunger in Gerald’s gaze. Have you been away from Morningside Park?” “I’m not interrupting you?” “You are. ” It was rare that Ann Veronica used hansoms, and to be in one was itself eventful and exhilarating. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. Yet in some hidden corner was a vein of sentiment, of which for the first time in his later life he was now unexpectedly aware.
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