” “They were my posters,” Annabel said. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. Darting down Field-lane, Jack struck into a labyrinth of streets on the left; but though he ran as swiftly as he could, he was not unperceived. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun. '—'They can't,' says I.
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