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She had turned round sideways, so as to look down into the fire. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. . Women never throw themselves into each other's arms; they calculate the distance and the damage perfectly. Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and barred the door. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. Instead of passing on, as Jack expected, these persons stopped opposite the cage, when one of them, as he judged from the sound, for he did not dare to look out of his hiding place, dismounted. He knew it absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. '—'No fear o' that,' thought I. ‘Lord,’ Gerald uttered, his inexplicable annoyance evaporating.
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