And you talk like that! What the devil have you been up to, to land in this bog?" It was a cast at random. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. But it would be too risky. Then for the first time she was conscious of an unaccountable and terrifying sensation.
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