‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. “Do you mind if I tweeze your eyebrows?” Shari asked her. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. I thought every one had heard about it. I knew it was in vain to cry 'murder!' in the Mint, so I had recourse to stratagem.
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