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In the daytime the streets of the ancient city of Canton are yet filled with the
original confusion—human beings in quest of food. “What have you done?”
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“It is your own fault, Lucia. After a day or so, perhaps, we will go on one or two
little excursions and see how good your head is—a mild scramble or so; and then
up to a hut on a pass just here, and out upon the Blumlis-alp glacier that spreads
out so and so. We’re hedged about with discretions—
and all this furniture—and successes! We are successful at last! Successful! But
the mountains, dear! We won’t forget the mountains, dear, ever. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet
Street. My son went down after his death. He loved the sea, and could
give a good account of himself in any weather.
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