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’ Mrs Ibstock’s lips tightened and she looked away a moment. She would ignore him. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. His subconscious sensed the unnaturalness of it and recoiled. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult.
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