From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. “My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My God!” Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm. Stonily he had disengaged himself. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief.
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