“I’ll go. Sister Angelina shook her head as if to say that such ignorance was beyond her. Mr. Everything. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. Now go. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. On the way home he was still thoughtful.
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