Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. 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. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. "Did I hear you …" began McClintock. “Stop! Don’t put your face there.
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