But, no. He conveyed not only his sense of the extreme want of correctitude in their unsanctioned meetings, but also that, so far as he was concerned, this irregularity mattered not at all, that he had flung—and kept on flinging—such considerations to the wind. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. “I love some one else. Sheppard,—"pray let me go.
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