There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. "The poor things!" The manager laughed. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. Their faces were masks of abject horror, sunken and shriveled, their cheekbones protruding. “Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks.
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