Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. "I am," replied Jonathan, following him, "and so," he added in an undertone, "are your captors. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Without hindrance—present occupation.
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