But at length, there was a click, and with a swish, the panel of painted books swung outward from the wall. On the way home he was still thoughtful. "You are free," said he, "that grating forms a ladder, by which you may descend in safety. I cannot let you go. Jim is up to the neck in Mahatmas and Theosophy and Higher Thought and rot—writes letters worse than Alice. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks against the walls.
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