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She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. Finally Lucy replied. "How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river. Tomorrow, I shall carry you before Justice Walters, who'll take your information; and I've no doubt but Thames Darrell will be fully committed. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!" Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger. The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work before her, and it did not get on. Jonathan laughed scornfully. “Not only that,” he answered.
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