A blow from the iron bar instantly stretched the ruffian on the floor. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. His breath grew shallower as he approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his hallway-reverberated footfalls. The fireplace was at the other end, with the sheeted shapes of two sofas either side. Tum, tum, tirray, tum, tum, tum, te-tum—that thing of Mendelssohn’s! If making one human being absolutely happy is any satisfaction to you—” He held out his hands, and she also stood up. " "Mine is Howard Spurlock.
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