“If I thought for a moment that there was any chance of a relapse, I should stop here and tell him the truth even now. “So that’s the way it is. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. (“No, no. I want to get away—to go to London.
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