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It shook, but held. We hit it again. Wood
we couldn’t see tore.
The door popped away from us. We went
through – down a flight of steps – rolling,
snowballing down – until a cement floor
Pat came back to life first.
“You’re a hell of an acrobat,” he said.
“Get off my neck!”
I stood up. He stood up. We seemed to be
dividing the evening between falling on the
floor and getting up from the floor.
-Dashiell Hammett, “The Scorched Face”
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