Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. He had been quite right to sit down. Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him. It'll be in your way.
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