"Speak English?" boomed the voice. The music confused and distracted her, and made her struggle against a feeling of intoxication. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor. It was a pity he didn't break his neck, for he was hanged within the year. I might as well try to build a ladder to heaven. Sheila was a stout woman, her bosoms huge, her face 110 wide and square.
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