“And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. ’ Then I kicked him until he was black and blue. He was now at the entrance of the chapel, and striking the door over which he had previously climbed a violent blow with the bar, it flew open. By the by, my dear, I forgot to ask your name—perhaps you'll oblige me with it now? Hell and the devil!—gone!" He looked around in vain. It’s my other side of the moon. After repeatedly trying to remove the plate, which was so firmly screwed down that it resisted all his efforts, and vainly attempting to pick it with the spike and nail; he, at length, after half an hour's ineffectual labour, wrenched off the box by means of the iron bar, and the door, as he laughingly expressed it, "became his humble servant. I saw him ride away with that other fellow.
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