" "It's all so big and aloof. Spurling, you're a witness to the bet. But was that enough? Dim, formless suspicions of something more vital wandered about his mind. For you know that I have made up my mind to dig a little way into life single-handed. He was apt to play so many games, she was afraid she might have misunderstood. In the flagged entrance hallway at the bottom, where extra light came in from a window above the double doors, it was easy enough to distinguish a family group, and a landscape which clearly included Remenham House in the distance. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. Her faith in human beings revived. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. "I wouldn't force him for the world: but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don't get a taste of the aqua pompaginis.
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