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The silenced bullpup stuttered, blowing splinters and smoke out the end of the tray.
It could have been pure animal reaction, he supposed, a territorial instinct. I turned up the lamp and noted that the floor of the compartment had been washed down with sponge and towel, that the chests and cabinets had been dusted and straightened, that cleaned furs lay neatly folded on the stone couch.
Time for a change of pace.
Of mice and men (novel and play), 1937.