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The dingy little room was stuffy and crowded to its utmost limit, and Mr. Polly's skies were dark with the sense of irreparable acts. Everybody seemed noisy and greedy and doing foolish things. Miriam, still in that unbecoming hat - for presently they had to start off to the station together - sat just beyond Mrs. Punt and her son, doing her share