“I wonder!” said Miss Stanley. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. " "I'll ring for one," replied Kneebone, rising accordingly; "but I fear my servants are gone to bed.
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