" "You did not hear her when she spoke to her father; I did. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. I am going up to dine with my sister. ‘I’m damned if I see what you have to complain of,’ uttered Charvill, a faintly bewildered note underlying his irascibility. “I am frightened now. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. So saying, he manfully resumed his work; while Wood and Thames quitted the room, and went down stairs. There, in a little tea and sweetstuff shop, she bought and consumed slowly and absent-mindedly the insufficient nourishment that is natural to her sex on such occasions.
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