She was trying by some wonderful, secret, and motionless gymnastics to restrain her tears. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. Nasty, damp passages. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly.
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