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In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves. I—I hurt myself. She held it by the neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. She kicked him in the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. ‘Well, nothing,’ uttered her betrothed crossly, before Gerald could answer. His sister appeared. But I'll not believe it of you. I was looking for rooms last week.
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