" "If my dignity must be purchased by the loss of you, I renounce it," cried Thames. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. 'He's a good fellow, and 'twill all end well'. My only excuse is that I missed my way here, and I am leaving Paris early to-morrow morning. No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on.
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