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Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study. To settle things, you know. Come to take leave. 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. Funk! I’ll see it out. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow.
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