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Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them. Is all your house on the same scale of magnificence as this, Annabel?” she asked, looking round. "Tut, tut! Don't exaggerate. "Be it so," replied Jack. ’ ‘Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,’ Gerald said. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. “Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. And to think that there they are making history! There they are putting together the plans of a new world.
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