***** In the daytime the streets of the ancient city of Canton are yet filled with the original confusion—human beings in quest of food. "You are my prisoner. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. To his relief, Mrs Sindlesham stepped into the breach, grasping her cane and rising painfully from her chair. Gerald’s breath caught. My garden-close would be a better thing than that.
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