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Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. Get the pole out of your ass. Then, if
you are bad to me, I can more easily blow off your head. That there gatekeeper would’ve
called them out again. ‘To the
contrary, I will have you to know something. Heard of your last escape. He had hired not one but two engineers
to record the event, subsidized entirely out of his own
meager pocket. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was
nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to
recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical?
Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more
accurate application. For four hours he had
shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. Grasping it firmly with both hands, he quickly wrenched if from the
stones in which it was mortised, and leapt to the ground. Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had
taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. She
jumped up at once, caught up a leather clutch containing notebooks, a fat textbook, and a chocolate-and-yellow-covered pamphlet, and leaped neatly from the
carriage, only to discover that the train was slowing down and that she had to
traverse the full length of the platform past it again as the result of her
precipitation.
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