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" He shifted the pages together, rolled and thrust them under her arm. ’ ‘No, perhaps not,’ Gerald agreed with a smile. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. . I’ve had the rarest luck and fallen on my feet. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the day we first spoke to one another. The little streaks upon the germinating area of an egg, the nervous movements of an impatient horse, the trick of a calculating boy, the senses of a fish, the fungus at the root of a garden flower, and the slime upon a sea-wet rock—ten thousand such things bear their witness and are illuminated. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. ” Anna shrugged her shoulders lightly. She got up, as she had been told to do, at his appearance, and he amazed her by sitting down, according to custom, on her stool.
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