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The inn was a military haunt. ” “The difficulties on my own side I can deal with,” he answered. Once more breaking through the hedge he took to the fields. He wore a silk hat a little tilted, and a morning coat buttoned round a tight, contained figure; and a white slip gave a finish to his costume and endorsed the quiet distinction of his tie. He admitted that it would bore him to dally here in Canton, with the pleasures of Hong-Kong so close.
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