“All’s well that ends well,” he said; “and the less one says about things the better. ’ He bowed. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. I have tried taking a little blood from various donors. But what did the occupant of the box care? The laugh was always with the dead: they were out of the muddle.
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