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The woman shrugged her shoulders. Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress. She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. He spoke English with astonishing facility and with a purity which often embarrassed his tourists. She ought to have leapt back on guard. A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged out. It'll be advertised to-morrow. I wanted something alive. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. The enclosure by which it was surrounded was about twelve feet high; the under part being composed of taken planks, the upper of a strong iron grating, surmounted by sharp iron spikes.
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