Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 169
murmuring of countless voices, a tur-bulent sea of energy constantly ebbing and flow-ing from one end of the vast interior to the other.Droll, little-bodied men, with fresh, round,happy faces, were running swiftly to and frobetween the shelves. He could see their whitepaper caps bobbing about… … WELL, ANYHOW, SAID HE, ILL STOP WHEN I GETTO THE CEILING. here, I might as well see as much as I can.Whereupon, in a stiff, ungainly way, he clam-bered over the edge of the shelf, hung sus-pended there for a moment, and then droppedto the floor. He alighted just behind a queer little manwho was…
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