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| Photo by Craig Sargent |
They
dropped two legs of a table upon the fire and a scattering of twigs and
leaves. All this blazed up and showed
faces far back, round, pale, smooth, bearded, some with billycock hats on; all intent;
showed too St. Paul's floating on the uneven white mist, and two or three
narrow, paper-white, extinguisher-shaped spires.
The
flames were struggling through the wood and roaring up when, goodness knows where
from, pails flung water in beautiful hollow shapes, as of polished
tortoiseshell; flung again and again; until the hiss was like a swarm of bees; and
all the faces went out.
Jacob’s
Room (75-6)
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