For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. 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. ‘Come, cry a truce. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air.
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