In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. Nothing was given away, and no one came so rich to the stall as to command all that it had to offer. All RNs were familiar with blood stains. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out.
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