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Retreating as quickly as he could, Jack opened the first door he came to, entered a room, and searching in the dark for some place of concealment, fortunately discovered a skreen, behind which he crept. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. “We must go. ” He replied.
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