The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. " "Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening. I don’t want you to be sad. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. It’s—it’s a serious prohibition.
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