Better to remain silent. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. “Don’t you understand, Nigel,” she said softly, “that it was precisely for this I have worked so hard. But this afternoon it discovered an unusual vein of irritability in her. Kneebone and his friends would be glad of a little refreshment.
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