"Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the
sunshine. ”
“I am coming with you,” he said firmly. “Sit down,” he
said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily
and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the
room. Then she burst into a peal of laughter. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still
crooked underneath her chin. He could not tell whether she was English or American. I can’t forget about your sister. It is no good waiving the thing; it is true. “And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant
flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do?
“I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. “I am frightened now. \" She sat down on a nearby
bench. She cried for hours but would not scream as her
mother was packed into a marble coffin. But the fall was too great, and he abandoned the attempt.
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