Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated, and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. The reddish-haired young man contributed allusions to the Hegelian philosophy that momentarily confused the discussion. "I thought I heard a scream. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. “Miss Ellicot!” Brendon echoed. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. "Most persons would have guessed my meaning. Beneath that tree let us lie.
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