The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. " The tone was neutral. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. ‘I must see the lady who is my great-aunt.
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