“I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was screaming over and over again. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. Kneebone, he took his departure. “Not much,” he answered, “and yet about all there is to be known, I fancy. She turned there and beckoned. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light.
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