"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp. ’ ‘That’s odd. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around.
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