” Ennison took the document, tore it half in two without looking at it, and flung it back in Hill’s face. Hours were spent in preparation for the event. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. "This she-devil has got hold of the sack. "I beg your pardon!… A bit rocky this morning…. You don’t know what you’re saying, and I hope you never will. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. Having once more got into the chimney, he climbed to a level with the ward above, and recommenced operations as vigorously as before.
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