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‘But this is altogether a chance of the luckiest. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. Not a word passed between them. You seem to want this chap out of Canton. Diving towards it, he tried to press against the rivulet that was seeping from it, hampered mightily by Melusine’s fingers, which were grasping at his other hand. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. He would sit in his inner office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with her when he met her face to face.
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