‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. Michelle looked her up and down, liking the results of her efforts. “Well, you certainly did very well at tea,” she remarked. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. From the first there had always been between her and her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems able to create. . He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker. She had never been to the opera before except as one of a congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large sense of space and ease in her present position. She was clear there were no other minds like them in all the world.
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