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" CHAPTER XX To Spurlock it seemed as if a great iron door had swung in behind him, shutting out the old world. It was better even than the hymn-singing. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. The south-east end of the island was hillocky, with volcanic subsoil. ’ ‘Very good, ma’am. . ” They stared at each other through a pause, and both faces were flushed and obstinate. " "Oh!" exclaimed the widow, covering her face with her hands. Seeing John in Chemistry was the worst. I'll see her myself; and that's more than she bargained for, I'll be sworn. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge.
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