It plucked shingles from the school building, threatening to shake them all loose one by one like rotting teeth. “Feel better. He gave her one of the sweaty red cans. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. So the talk went on, and presently they were criticising novelists, and certain daring essays of Wilkins got their due share of attention, and then they were discussing the future of the theatre. “Ye Gods!” she said at last.
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