E. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. The sounds that reach the ear, and the objects that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken a train of sad and serious contemplation. ’ Gerald grinned. .
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