“All right, Dunster,” he said. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. " "By the way, did you read those stories?" "Yes. "Are you hurt, Thames?" asked Jack, anxiously. 2. —'How so?' says I. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. He would never be able to compose upon it, but it would serve to produce the finished work.
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