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Chapter 38

           ‘Howshouldyou?’

           Bestowingsomethinghalf-waybetweenasmileandafrownuponhistwocompanions,andagainbeckoningthemtofollowhim,themanhastenedacrosstheapartment,whichwasofconsiderableextent,butlowintheroof.Hewaspreparingtoascendasteepstaircase,orratherladder,leadingtoanotherfloorofwarehousesabove:whenabrightflashoflightningstreameddowntheaperture,andapealofthunderfollowed,whichshookthecrazybuildingtoitscentre.

           ‘Hearit!’hecried,shrinkingback.‘Hearit!Rollingandcrashingonasifitechoedthroughathousandcavernswherethedevilswerehidingfromit.Ihatethesound!’

           Heremainedsilentforafewmoments;andthen,removinghishandssuddenlyfromhisface,showed,totheunspeakablediscomposureofMr.Bumble,thatitwasmuchdistortedanddiscoloured.

           ‘Thesefitscomeoverme,nowandthen,’saidMonks,observinghisalarm;‘andthundersometimesbringsthemon.Don’tmindmenow;it’salloverforthisonce.

           Thusspeaking,heledthewayuptheladder;andhastilyclosingthewindow-shutteroftheroomintowhichitled,loweredalanternwhichhungattheendofaropeandpulleypassedthroughoneoftheheavybeamsintheceiling:andwhichcastadimlightuponanoldtableandthreechairsthatwereplacedbeneathit.

           ‘Now,’saidMonks,whentheyhadallthreeseatedthemselves,‘thesoonerwecometoourbusiness,thebetterforall.

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