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I declare I'm almost afraid to go to the door. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley. “Wow. Maybe later. Mr Jarvis’s sister, that was. “But we satisfy one another. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. ‘Desist, you little devil,’ he growled in her ear.
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