Part 4 But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. The doctor laughed. 1. Do take them away from me after I have had four.
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