I should never have noticed the miniature at all, if it hadn't been for him. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. It was everyone's favorite meal.
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