“I like to think of your offer. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black across the front of a high close-drawn collar. And when she took and married that Mr Charvill, we didn’t think to see her at Remenham House no more. ’ ‘Ah, that is good,’ sighed the lady. I'll see her myself; and that's more than she bargained for, I'll be sworn. . . " He started to pick up a sheet of manuscript, but she pushed him from the table toward the doorway; and he staggered out of the bungalow, suddenly stretched his arms, and broke into a trot.
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