" "Understand what?" "You or this girl. Wood hadn't struck me. ’ ‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. The world isn't real yet; she hasn't comparisons by which to govern her acts. She felt him as something solid and strong and trustworthy beyond measure. It opened and a nun’s head popped out. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture.
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