From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. Stanley’s pace slackened. This spot, which still retains its name, acquired the appellation from an old crone who lived there, and who, in addition to a very equivocal character for honesty, enjoyed the reputation of being a witch. Her eyes fell, and then sought his again with timid interest. Manning; and repeated, “a sort of history.
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