Spurling stood her negro attendant, Caliban; a hideous, misshapen, malicious monster, with broad hunched shoulders, a flat nose, and ears like those of a wild beast, a head too large for his body, and a body too long for his legs. After these dinners they would have a walk, usually to the Thames Embankment to see the two sweeps of river on either side of Waterloo Bridge; and then they would part at Westminster Bridge, perhaps, and he would go on to Waterloo. “I ought to look up Gwen,” she said. "How do I know you are a friend?" asked Darrell. ’ ‘Why should you care?’ demanded Roding, exasperated. He was a philosopher. Strange, demure-looking young woman, with wonderful complexion and eyes, and a style about her, too. “You are quite right, I think. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. You are a detective?" "Yes. I must tell you all about God’s land, this marvellous virgin country, with its silent forests and dazzling peaks.
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