‘Didn’t mean to say that. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. She saw her discarded nun’s habit still on the floor and scooped it up. " "By my soul, no," replied Jonathan, with affected sincerity. Small blame to her.
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