"Well, you never can tell," he continued, lamely. "Yale!" Spurlock's gaze shifted to the dead hills beyond the window;
when it returned to the Chinaman there was astonishment instead of interest: as
if Ah Cum had been a phantom a moment since and was now actually a human
being. And
they never talked of anything at all, never discussed, never even encouraged
gossip. Wood was unable to
discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and
was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be
the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty
substance, had fallen upon the floor. “One runs about,” said Ann Veronica. She’s
hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth
Grade.
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