“Very likely,” he answered. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. In a side-glance—for the floor was variously encumbered with overturned objects—he saw one of his paper weights, a coloured glass ball such as McClintock used in trade. “You silly fool,” he said.
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