To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. He opened it—just off-hand, and then when he saw what it was he hit at the table and sent his soup spoon flying and splashing on to the tablecloth. He—he has rather a poor opinion of his contemporaries. She was finally dead, going to Hell. But Jack did not heed them. As Jack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on a stand, they decided upon proceeding without it.
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