The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. It was enough that Spurlock had been taken aboard The Tigress. Others pulled hats over their noses, cowered in their seats, and feigned that all was right with the world. Her anger died and she eyed him. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed.
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