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***** In the daytime the streets of the ancient city of Canton are yet filled with the original confusion—human beings in quest of food. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. “The fact is—I don’t know why—this takes me by surprise. I think over all sorts of things. And so, the invasion really is to take place after all; and the Chevalier de Saint George is to land at the Tower with fifty thousand Frenchmen; and the Hanoverian usurper's to be beheaded; and Doctor Sacheverel's to be made a bishop, and we're all to be—eh?" "All in good time," returned Kneebone, putting his finger to his lips; "don't let your imagination run away with you, my charmer. So I packed up and came to London next day.
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