She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. " "Probably Mr. ” Ennison laughed softly.
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