From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. There were one or two bitter moments in his life when he had been made to feel that gentility laid on with a brush may sometimes crack and show weak places—that deportment and breeding are after all things apart. "Never, Ma'am!" echoed Mr. You climb by disappointing men.
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