They were sharp and dripping with black blood. At the door to the kitchen, he called out, ‘Pottiswick!’ The old man came out, shoving his chin in the air and glaring. “We are the species,” said Miss Miniver, “men are only incidents. You know how stubborn they get. Usually his charges bored him with their interrogative chatter, for he knew that his information more often than not went into one ear and out of the other. But I can't submit to hear the wellearned reputation of my friend termed an 'infamous notoriety. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton.
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