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” He was a little uneasy. " He did not reply. Sepulchre's. ***** In the daytime the streets of the ancient city of Canton are yet filled with the original confusion—human beings in quest of food. But it don't much matter—though he's a devilish shrewd fellow, and might have helped me out of a difficulty, had any occurred. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains, and openly despised golf.
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