A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street. A sob was strangled in her throat. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. "I imagine I must have a hundred rolls—all the old fellows. Depend upon it, there is a place for you—waiting.
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