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onstrous cave. The lamps winking here and there resembled the little gleams at the caps of the miners. They were not very competent illuminations at best,

through this atmosphere. In it each man sat in his own little cylinder of vision, so to speak. It was not so small as a sentry-bo

ke that wild clatter which I knew so well. New York, in fact, roars always like ten thousand devils. We have ingenuous and simple ways of making a din in New York that cause the stranger to conclude that each citizen is obliged by stat

a humming contributed inevitably by closely-gathered thousands, and yet on second thoughts it was to me silence. I had perched my ears for the note of London, the sound made simply

one of us seemed to question this row as a certain consequence of three or four million people living together and scuffling for coin, with more agility, perhaps, but otherwise in the usual way. However, after this easy silence

gallop over the land, thundering and thundering, would give up the idea of thunder at once if i