Stow it in the saddle, for I will take it with me. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. We've made a pretty penny by him—sixty guineas this blessed day. That bruise will answer the same purpose. It was the first day you kissed me, under the willows, coming into Veraz.
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