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She took it for granted Ann Veronica wore stays—mild stays, perhaps, but stays, and thought no more of the matter. A minute pressure inwards showed him that it was not locked. They were enormously pleased with one another; they found each other beyond measure better than they had expected, if only because of the want of substance in mere expectation. Stanley’s pace slackened. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. Now she was to be married to him and it horrified her. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. " "I tell 'ee what, landlord," observed the old sailor, quietly replenishing his pipe from a huge pewter tobacco-box, as the waterman and Wood quitted the house, "you've said good-b'ye to your friend. Drummond nodded.
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