1 It was, as he had thought, a junk room.
2 remained at the window, he did not dare go back into the junk room, and he did not want to go home either.
3 could not possibly have let the junior bank staff, and perhaps even all sorts of other people, come along and catch him by surprise as he haggled with those people in the junk room.
4 At the door of the junk room he stopped and listened for a little while.
5 On the way home, as he passed by the junk room again, he opened its door as if that had been his habit.
6 Well, I'm Sam Clark, dealer in hardware, sporting goods, cream separators, and almost any kind of heavy junk you can think of.
7 Sam Clark interrupted, "Rats, they never even thought about making love, Just talking books and all that junk."
8 The lower subdivided part, called the junk, is one immense honeycomb of oil, formed by the crossing and recrossing, into ten thousand infiltrated cells, of tough elastic white fibres throughout its whole extent.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 77. The Great Heidelburgh Tun.