She was tempted to touch him in the car as they drove to the empty house, but she refrained for fear of causing a car accident. He could neither stifle nor deaden that. In the little apartment, under the gas chandelier, his inches and his stoop were certainly very effective. Until now none of her prayers had ever been answered. She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood, with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return.
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