It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. “Why not? They tell me that London is impossible till after ten, and I want my first impressions to be favourable. Never bought a shirt in my life, Mr. Don't feel fussed upon my account. “They would spoil every chance. The Closing Scene 472 EPOCH THE FIRST. ’ It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers. ” “What did you say?” “I said, ‘My dear Veronica! how can you think of such things?’” “And then?” “She had two more cups of tea and some cake, and told me of her walk. And Pottiswick, of course.
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