Then pain entered their depths. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. Annabel laughed a little uneasily. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. “I shan’t eat him. I thought it better not to send him away till I'd mentioned the circumstance to you.
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