“You have succeeded a little too well in your personation,” she said bitterly, “to get rid very easily of Mr. “Will you say what you have to say, please, and go. “If you come a step nearer to me,” she said, “I will smash every glass on this table. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. "Go on. I’m too young 117 for this to sound right. I fight. On the stranger's appearance, she was seated near the window busily occupied with her needle.
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