From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. " "And who is its mother?" asked Jonathan, in an eager whisper. She had fallen asleep. "If there is any honour in you, stop and think. “You had no right—” panted Ann Veronica. But "fine" is the word. They went down the great staircase of the building, and, while she sought in her mind for a beginning, he broke into appreciation of her simple dress and selfcongratulations upon their engagement.
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