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"Within the last few minutes, all my guilty life has passed before me. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower.
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