There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. The mighty concourse became for a moment still. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that. Anna followed her finger, and looked back into her sister’s face. Hastening in the direction of the sound, he discovered Thames Darrell, stretched upon the ground.
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