down. "Bursting inward! Now, if it had
done the mean thing, burst outward, piling
up the agony, doing a whole lot of
damage, 'twould[**close or open contraction?] have been quicker about
it.... Oh--you! Dad," to a gray-bearded
man, with a gray traveling cap
pulled down almost to his eyes. "Here,
I'll hand over these girls to you now!
Will you look after them? I'd better
go back."

Simultaneously there was a low, sullen
roaring, the crack of doom, as condensed
steam sucked in the heavy steel casing of
the locomotive's boilers and shattered it
like an eggshell.

In Pemrose it shattered something too.

Wildly she looked into the eyes of the
man in the tourist's cap and was conscious
that in one of them horror was frozen
into a fixed stand, as it was in one of
Una's, as he helped her up a snowy bank.

And, with that, her brain laid its last
egg for the present, as the Thunder Bird
would drop its expiring one upon the
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