It was the beginning of June. She saw herself in very much Vivie’s position—managing something. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. \"Of course it is okay. “It may be more difficult than you think,” she said. " "Impossible, dear Mrs. I see.
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