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That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle. I’m convinced that much of Russell’s investigations are on wrong lines, unsound lines. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. She wished that the drive would never end, but it was only three miles after all. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. The crash was tremendous.
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