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“A move of any sort would certainly be fatal. "What should I do here alone if I were an enemy? But, come, don't let us waste time in bandying words, when we might employ it so much more profitably. ’ ‘That,’ said Gosse, ‘is a matter of opinion. When she judged that she must be nearly back at the library, she began to feel somewhat dispirited. " "I wonder where the deuce I'll be able to get some writing paper? I'm crazy to get to work again. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. They were those of the Irish watchman. Go to it. At that a new element poured into her excitement, an element of wild disgust and terror. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust.
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