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Canton is all China at night. And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company. “Bother!” and decided that this was not so, and would not look to right or left again. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. Sampans with fish and fruit and vegetables swarmed about, while overhead gulls wheeled and swooped and circled.
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