Katy’s face was vapid and undistinguishable from a crowd, but pretty in an abstract sense, like the face of a baby doll. Stanley professed a great solicitude to warm his hands. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance.
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