Someone had thoughtfully wrapped a bit of tissue paper round the electric bulb. Her voice was weak and flat. It was not in evidence here, not a sign of it. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. Since the discovery of them, she had been madly eager to read these typewritten tales. “And you?” “Same thing. . His spirits revived, and encouraging himself with the idea that the present impediment, though the greatest, was the last, he set himself seriously to consider how it might best be overcome.
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