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"What the devil are you howling about?" cried Langley. I did all for the best, I'm sure. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. Sepulchre's church, and hurrying down Snow Hill, darted into the first turning on the left.
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