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‘See that
writing table? Go and look in the drawer there. The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the
grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s
walls. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from
its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial
incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. “You come into
these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it
makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. ‘Went to the dogs,
did Jarvis, after Mary died. You never
can tell. Lives by his wits and gambling. She's not mischievous—and besides she's chained, and can't reach you.
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