Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm.
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