The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. For Mr Jarvis was beside himself when the letter come from Mr Charvill and he knew he’d lost you as well as Miss Mary. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. He heard me; but he never came in to ask what was the matter.
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