” “That’s horrible!” He gasped. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. For a few moments Mr. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline. He was six blocks away from his home, a ten story building apparently made solely of glass. "It is open," replied the lady, rushing towards it, and springing through the outlet.
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