The crash was tremendous. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. But his words were borne away by the driving wind. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. His idea was to get behind this sustained listlessness. “I’m inclined to think, Stanley, myself that as a matter of fact it was the expurgated Romeo and Juliet did the mischief.
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