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“Julian, I don’t know how to put this. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. “I know. ‘Gerald, this is a nun’s habit. The wall of the sky, the wall of the horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother! Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to lighten it. Yet here you are, and at precisely the right moment, too. "Is it poison?" she asked. “Did you see who that was?” he asked in a low tone. Now that I recall, it probably wasn’t the best source for engineering plans. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to allay.
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