She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. Swiftly following the sound of knocking, she crossed right and passed through a door near the windows—and found herself in the bookroom. But she did not talk readily, and in order to say something she plunged a little, and felt she plunged. Spurling, squeezing Jack's arm, and pushing him towards the door, "and, don't come here again. "No," replied Jack, peremptorily.
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