“I am sorry,” she said, “if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. \" He perked up, ready to make conversation. ” She led the way, talking all the time to Ennison. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. "Ah! I see.
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