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“I knew,” she said, in a low despairing tone, “that people would talk. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. Kneebone took his leave. . Though it’s very kind of you. I must go and dress at once. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. And empty.
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