"The poor things!" The manager laughed. Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind. "Si—lence!" vociferated Charcam, laying great emphasis on the last syllable. He opened the drawer of the writing table.
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