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‘I do not mind to pray, no. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. ‘What?’ ‘Nothing,’ snapped Roding, with an odd look at his bride to be that Gerald could not interpret. " "I'm sorry I can't indulge you," replied her master, a little piqued. After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. The splendid voices sang on from phase to phase of love’s unfolding, the ship drove across the sea to the beating rhythm of the rowers.
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