‘Kimble, you shouldn’t be here. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. She called them back very soon. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. From the centre of the ceiling hung a replica of the temple lamp in the Taj Mahal.
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