She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. ” The doctor looked at her thoughtfully. ” “And why shouldn’t you?” “I felt that sort of thing couldn’t go on. " Her ear caught much of the lesson, and many things she stored away; but often what she heard was sound without sense. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. ’ ‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching her stiff fingers.
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