Jiggle-joggle, jiggle-joggle…! For each pause she was grateful. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. Now, more than ever, it was time to start running.
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