The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. ‘Something in that, missie. I'm a poor nurse. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. This path, bordered on each side by high privet hedges of the most beautiful green, soon brought them to a stile.
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