From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. “What can you do?” she asked. "What the devil are you howling about?" cried Langley. “I was lonely. The other kicked over the traces a bit, made rather a hit with her singing at some of those French places, and went the pace in a mild, ladylike sort of way.
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