With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. "Sir Rowland must be gone. She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her. What an adventure! Of course, you'll bark your shins here and there and hit your funnybone; but the newness of everything will be something of a compensation. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. ” Chapter XVIII ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE” Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was obviously meant for him alone. And girls and women, perhaps, are different.
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