Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. "Manuscripts! Why, this chap is a writer, or is trying to be. On Saturday he went to that there Mr Charvill’s house. Ah, if I had written that!" "Don't you want to live?" "I don't know; I really don't know.
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