Inside, it was darker than a plains bungalow, all the woodwork being stained and blobbily varnished; the rooms were much smaller.

At length, recommending himself to God, he let go one end of his cord, and suffered himself to fall down upon an old shed or penthouse, which, with the weight of his body, fell in with great noise.

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