"Vell, vell," growled Sharples, after he had listened to the other's remonstrances, "it shall be done. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. ‘You don’t mind if I sit down?’ She considered him a moment, her head a little on one side. Let us be gone.
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