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CHAPTER XXVII His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent thought. "There's the exact expression I want. " "Afraid?" "Yes. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. So Monday, when I see one of the maids come out with a basket, for to go fetch summat for that other Frenchie—the female as I told you about, miss, as is forever coming and going with the nobs. Lots of us are like that. "To shoot you would be to lose the reward. Sheppard let fall her basket. You can if you will. Spurling, who did not dare to exhibit her satisfaction otherwise than by privately pinching the arm of her expected husband. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. She stood up and he sat down at the microscope, and for a time he was busy scrutinizing one section after another.
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