Such ambitions as he had were stereotyped and material. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. Before any assistance could be rendered by the jailers, who stood astounded, Blueskin had got Wild in his clutches. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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