I am not going to be a chorus girl, or even a super. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. Into this hole in the wall and out of it the native stream flowed from sunrise to sunset, when the stream mysteriously ceased. The room was dark and dusty.
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