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‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress. The great world outside! She stood motionless beside the trunk, deep in speculation; and thus the doctor found her. “Think how dumb we find ourselves and stifled! I know we seem to have a sort of freedom. Mr. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light. Lucy did not move, but instead stared straight forward, her eyes focused on the desk where the presiding teacher on duty was supposed to be. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. He came to the door and as he opened it a crack, she pushed herself inside urgently. ‘How much does he know?’ Without waiting for a reply, she turned narrowed eyes on Gerald. This manoeuvre was so suddenly executed that it took Abraham completely by surprise.
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