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The architect in this case had apparently given rein to a passion for originality, for he had constructed the apartment without a window of any sort whatsoever. The entire stock of air used by the occupants came through a small opening over the door. It was a warm day, and John recoiled hastily. "Is this the kid's room?" he said. "I guess the corridor's good enough for me to wait in.
Their vast stomachs beat together in a vain encounter. "Zu enge!" said one, and "Ja, zu enge!" said the other, and they laughed innocently in each other's' faces, with a joy in their recognition of the corridor's narrowness as great as if it had been a stroke of the finest wit. All the way the land was lovely, and as they drew near Nuremberg it grew enchanting, with a fairy quaintness.
In a short time there would be but a tiny crack, and then even that would be closed, and for a long Barsoomian year the chamber would slowly revolve until once more for a brief day the aperture in its wall would pass the corridor's end. But in the meantime what horrible things would go on within that chamber! "Xodar!" I cried. "Can no power stop this awful revolving thing?
Their vast stomachs beat together in a vain encounter. "Zu enge!" said one, and "Ja, zu enge!" said the other, and they laughed innocently in each other's' faces, with a joy in their recognition of the corridor's narrowness as great as if it had been a stroke of the finest wit. All the way the land was lovely, and as they drew near Nuremberg it grew enchanting, with a fairy quaintness.
Their vast stomachs beat together in a vain encounter. "Zu enge!" said one, and "Ja, zu enge!" said the other, and they laughed innocently in each other's' faces, with a joy in their recognition of the corridor's narrowness as great as if it had been a stroke of the finest wit. All the way the land was lovely, and as they drew near Nuremberg it grew enchanting, with a fairy quaintness.
And he must stay here, polishing a corridor's pavement, when such things, were being done in the streets! His dark eyes glanced back again. Heraklas' head was bowed. Stealthily Athribis passed out of sight of the court. He threaded his way through corridors. "Whither goest thou?" asked another slave by the threshold.
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