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The cabin was a one-story one, whose thatch was black with age, and ragged from lack of repair. The door stood a trifle ajar. We approached it stealthily on tiptoe and at half-breath for that is the way one's feeling makes him do, at such a time. The king knocked. We waited. No answer. Knocked again. No answer. I pushed the door softly open and looked in.
The cabin was a one-story one, whose thatch was black with age, and ragged from lack of repair. The door stood a trifle ajar. We approached it stealthily on tiptoe and at half-breath for that is the way one's feeling makes him do, at such a time. The king knocked. We waited. No answer. Knocked again. No answer. I pushed the door softly open and looked in.
There were yellow daffodils between white curtains very white and high up. As he stepped out, the Doctor glanced involuntarily towards them, and a half-breath of relief escaped him, instantly quenched in a nervous frown and jump as his arm was seized by a firm gloved hand. "Doctor, this is really providential! You are the very person I wished to see!"
Sally said nothing. "Well," Mrs. Durlacher smiled, brushing away her surprise with that half-breath of laughter which throws a thin wrapping of amusement about a wealth of contemptuous resignation. "I'm afraid we haven't got much of a lunch to offer you. I expect you'll be very discontented with the slight fare I have provided for Jack and myself. He ought to have told me.
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