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"Do not go near him, mother," cried Jack; "do not believe him. So that as she saw
him she remarked to herself very faintly but definitely, “Oh, golly!” and set up a
campaign of avoidance that Mr. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the
window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. Her spirit awoke in
dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had
come to them. Art was everywhere,
underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form
of architecture. Oh! I'm in such a
fluster!"
Upon which, she snatched up her fan, cast a look into the glass, smoothed down
her scarf, threw a soft expression into her features, and led the way into the next
room, whither she was followed by her daughter and Thames Darrell. “I trust you altogether. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself,
“he must never know. “Now isn’t this nice!” that lady exclaimed. Her head was
downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of
various dusts on the resilient tile flooring.
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