” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. ” He stood looking at the preparations before them with an unusual preoccupation of manner, then roused himself to take her jacket, a little awkwardly, and hand it to the waiter who hung it in the corner of the room. Canton at night is as much China as the border town of Lan-Chow-fu. As he understood it, folks saw in two or three days all there was to see of Canton. Nothing would stop her, and she was prepared to face the consequences.
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