It was long and narrow, with a ceiling supported by huge uncovered rafters, and so low as scarcely to allow a tall man like himself to stand erect beneath it. At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated. She knew that her voice was superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. ‘So now we come to it.
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