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But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. Warm reality was now so near her she could hear it beating in her ears. . ’ ‘Nonsense,’ said Mrs Sindlesham loudly, casting an anxious glance upon Melusine. ” “I can’t work. ” He sat for a moment, absorbing. “I wonder—I wonder if we shall ever get like that. \" She fibbed. . She had slapped him away with her free hand and the finger was released suddenly, sending her careening to the floor. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. And, as usual,” she continued, a little bitterly, “I seem to have been sent along with the dullest and least edifying of Mrs.
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