” “Is it necessary,” he said, “for me to tell you——” “Stop, please,” she said firmly. He was by no means certain that she would not in fact attempt to blow off his head as she had threatened. “I have been amusing myself up to now by trying to earn my living,” she replied. “You are late,” she murmured. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. . “Stuffy these trees make the Avenue,” said Mr. Spiders came out of their hiding places to commune in windows, industriously spinning their own designs over the stained glass.
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