He stood on the top step for a moment, lost in deep thought. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. In mailing the tales he had not enclosed return postage or the equivalent in money. From the portals of the hotel—scarcely fifty yards from the canal—one saw the blank face of the ancient city of Canton. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. “Shopman. Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open.
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