‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. And, if you hear any odd noise in the parlour, don't mind it. Then with an indescribable relief her feet were on the pavement, and she was being urged along by two policemen, who were gripping her wrists in an irresistible expert manner. And your great-niece. "You depart for Lancashire to-morrow. You ignore me! That’s not a good way to treat your only friend. John, I shall eat that whole tin of sardines.
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