You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. “Oh, dammit!” he remarked, “dammit!” with great bitterness as he faced it. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring.
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