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Then the Thing coughed, and the ceiling shattered down in plaster on the mosquito netting, and "They" rushed in from all quarters. He dragged the child through the stifling garden, voices chanting behind them, and they rode the Thirty Mile Ride under whip and spur along the sandy beach by the booming sea, till they came to the downs, the lamp post, and the brushwood pile, which was safety. THEN THE THING COUGHED AND THE CEILING SHATTERED DOWN IN PLASTER ON THE MOSQUITO NETTING AND THEY RUSHED IN FROM ALL QUARTERS HE DRAGGED THE CHILD THROUGH THE STIFLING GARDEN VOICES CHANTING BEHIND THEM AND THEY RODE THE THIRTY MILE RIDE UNDER WHIP AND SPUR ALONG THE SANDY BEACH BY THE BOOMING SEA UNTIL THEY CAME TO THE DOWNS THE LAMP POST AND THE BRUSHWOOD PILE WHICH WAS SAFETY
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. 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 she could do nothing whatever if Its head came off.” RIAGES 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 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 NOW SHE COULD DO NOTHING WHATEVER IF ITS HEAD CAME OFF
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