A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. It was the grand nursery of vice. She fixed her eyes upon it and ran, keeping always as far as possible in the shadow of the hedge, gazing fearfully every now and then down along the valley for the white smoke of the train. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them. .
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