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275 “Yes!” She answered, feeling joy and fear well in her chest. "Yes. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. Ennison,” she said. Surely it was a dream. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. ’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had once been willowy. I want to hear how she does it. ‘What do you say of these troops?’ ‘You see, we’re militia.
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