The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. "Are you hurt, Thames?" asked Jack, anxiously. Anna was sitting before the fire a little distance from him—Ennison himself remained standing. The fates are never so kind to me. The three clerks fought for the only window, and saw her whisked into a hansom. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes.
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