Miss Garvice repeated again, and almost in the same words she used at every discussion, her contribution to the great question. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with him. She took his hand in hers. Nice goings on. “Who from?” She met his eye for a second and her heart failed her. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out.
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