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Now the least noise, Georgie knew, would unchain some waiting horror, and his companion knew it, too; but when their eyes met across the bed, Georgie was disgusted to see that she was a child—a little girl in strapped shoes, with her black hair combed back from her forehead. "What disgraceful folly!" he thought. NOW THE LEAST NOISE GEORGIE KNEW WOULD UNCHANGE SOME WAITING HORROR AND HIS COMPANION KNEW IT TOO BUT WHEN THEIR EYES MET ACROSS THE BED GEORGIE WAS DISGUSTED TO SEE THAT SHE WAS A CHILD A LITTLE GIRL IN STRAPPED SHOES WITH HER BLACK HAIR COMBED BACK FROM HER FOREHEAD WHAT DISGRACEFUL FOLLY HE THOUGHT
 Lily Lock would help him, and he was not disappointed. Sometimes he was trapped in mines of vast depth hollowed out of the heart of the world, where men in torment chanted echoing songs; and he heard this person coming along through the galleries, and everything was made safe and delightful. They met again in low-roofed Indian railway-carriages that halted in a garden surrounded by gilt-and-green railings, where a mob of stony white people, all unfriendly, sat at breakfast-tables covered with roses, and separated Georgie from his companion, while underground voices sang deep-voiced songs. Georgie was filled with enormous despair till they two met again. They foregathered in the middle of an endless, hot tropic night, and crept into a huge house that stood, he knew, somewhere north of the railway-station where the people ate among the roses. It was surrounded with gardens, all moist and dripping; and in one room, reached through leagues of whitewashed passages, a Sick Thing lay in bed.  THE PERSON FROM THE LILY LOCK WOULD HELP HIM AND HE WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED SOMETIMES HE WAS TRAPPED IN MINES OF VAST DEPTH HOLLOWED OUT OF THE HEART OF THE WORLD WHERE MEN IN TORMENT CHANTED TO ECHOING SONGS AND HE HEARD THIS PERSON COMING ALONG THROUGH THE GALLERIES AND EVERYTHING WAS MADE SAFE AND DELIGHTFUL THEY MET AGAIN IN LOW ROOFED INDIAN RAILWAY CARRIAGES THAT HALTED IN A GARDEN SURROUNDED BY GILT AND GREEN RAILINGS WHERE A MOB OF STONY WHITE PEOPLE ALL UNFRIENDLY SAT AT BREAKFAST TABLES COVERED WITH ROSES AND SEPARATED GEORGIE FROM HIS COMPANION WHILE UNDERGROUND VOICES SANG DEEP VOICED SONGS GEORGIE WAS FILLED WITH ENORMOUS DESPAIR TILL THEY TWO MET AGAIN THEY FOREGATHERED IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ENDLESS HOT TROPIC NIGHT AND CREPT INTO A HUGE HOUSE THAT STOOD HE KNEW SOMEWHERE NORTH OF THE RAILWAY STATION WHERE THE PEOPLE ATE AMONG THE ROSES IT WAS SURROUNDED WITH GARDENS ALL MOIST AND DRIPPING AND IN ONE ROOM REACHED THROUGH LEAGUES OF WHITEWASHED PASSAGES A SICK THING LAY IN BED
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