"The poor things!" The manager laughed. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. The door crashed back against the wall inside and both men hurtled into the room, weapons at the ready—and stopped dead. In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. Let him not bear the weight of my punishment. You would find things to laugh at even in Artemus Ward.
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