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A peal of laughter came from the girl. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the
masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. They were
both conscious, however, that something had intervened between them. I knew it. “I want to find an address. “That,” she answered, “is far easier to believe. Sir Montacute had three
children—two daughters and yourself. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the
muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft
minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all
these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. Mr. Bullding is going to. “P. Nasty, damp passages.
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