” “Bit starchy,” said Ann Veronica, and altered the key abruptly. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars.
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