Three greasy steps led down from the street-door into a gloomy parlour. He looked at it and heaved a great sigh when he saw that it was, as heexpected, a little silver ball. He screamed . You have nothing else to do.
He didnot seem in the least surprized to find he had an audience; indeed one wouldalmost have supposed from his behaviour that he had been expecting it. For lack of any one better, he settled upon the little wooden figure in thecorner. A racecourse and bowling-green were built for their amusement. Iput a few coins into his hand and continued on my way.
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