Canton was something like a blind alley; unless you were native, you couldn't get anywhere except by returning to Hong-Kong and starting afresh. Opposite to it was placed the Jew. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the egotism of his own passionate love. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. She found no ready reply to that, and he went on: “This music is the food of love. " "Here!" ejaculated Wood, with a look of alarm.
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