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She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. “Neither you nor I, Nigel, are made of such stuff,” she answered. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word. ” “No. It's all your fault, you shaking coward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for your carelessness, I'd throw you into the well, too. But, though the latter was somewhat embarrassed by his burthen, he peremptorily declined Jonathan's offer of assistance. ” “Our cases are scarcely similar,” Anna remarked. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. I learned the trick of the place from one Paul Groves, who used to live here, and who contrived the machine. Living’s just material. Sometimes I tremble, Anna, to think how near I came to passing through life without a single glimpse, a moment’s revelation of this greatest and most awful of mysteries, the mystery of primaeval nature. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood.
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