Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. Arrived there, the porter thundered at the massive door of the Lodge, which was instantly opened—Shotbolt's note having been received just before. He was really very proud of her, and extraordinarily angry and resentful at the innocent and audacious selfreliance that seemed to intimate her sense of absolute independence of him, her absolute security without him.
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