They were so nearly alike that the difference would be due to a shaky hand. As he crossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. She declined and finished with a few of her favorite excerpts from Scheherazade. From McClintock's came an infernal tinkletinkle, tump-tump! There was no composing with such a sound hammering upon the ear. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him.
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