I loved her so much. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. I suppose it is the mirrors and decorations. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. He's the only native I trust in these parts.
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