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Before there is any change, any real change, I shall be dead—dead—dead and finished—two hundred years!. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. " "You will call for it before six months are passed," rejoined Jack, sternly. “Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. " "Entreat a fiddlestick!" retorted Mrs. Her wings were oddly weak, but for all that she could fly.
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