Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. He listened to the thunder of the fall now mingling with the roar of the blast; and, driven almost frantic by what he heard and saw, he pushed with all his force against the stone. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. Everything had stayed the same during the centuries.
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