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Canton at night is as much China as the border town of Lan-Chow-fu. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. If you knew your aunt were alive, if she expected you, that would be different. His chest heaved violently, and big tears coursed rapidly down his cheeks. Why not? Quite willing. " "For whom, Sir?" inquired Charcam. . He found himself thinking up all the psychology which he had ever read. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. I naturally want to do it up in proper style. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. ” She said warmly. Still —there you are!” He paused. ‘Now then, Gerald, out with it.
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