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I could not find any sixpenny entrance and, fearing that the bazaar would be closed, I
passed in quickly through a turnstile, handing a shilling to a weary-looking man. I
found myself in a big hall girded at half its height by a gallery. Nearly all the stalls
were closed and the greater part of the hall was in darkness. I recognized a silence like
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men were counting money on a salver. I listened to the fall of the coins.
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was talking and laughing with two young gentlemen. I remarked their English accents
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The tone of her voice was not encouraging; she seemed to have spoken to me out of a
sense of duty. I looked humbly at the great jars that stood like eastern guards at either
side of the dark entrance to the stall and murmured:
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