Again there was no answer. But, motherogod, was he a
sensible man or was he not? And how could this terror throttle
him nice this when he didn't even know what caused it? And
would he just stand here like a jittery ninny or would he pull
himself together and be reasonable? For
after all was he a sensible man or was he not? Biff wet his
handkerchief beneath the water tap and patted his drawn,
tense face. Somehow he remembered that the awning had not
yet been raised. As he went to the door his walk gained
steadiness. And when at last he was inside again he composed
himself soberly to await the morning sun. |
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