"Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me. Half an hour's labour, during which he was obliged more than once to pause to regain breath, sufficed to make a hole wide enough to allow a passage for his arm up to the elbow. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise.
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