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" So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. “Well, anyhow, consider it open. ‘I cannot possibly shoot a lady, you know. He's a nice boy, a good student. ’ *** Mrs Chalkney, a long-time friend of the late Mrs Alderley, had been delighted to oblige that lady’s son. F. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. Or else he was indeed obsessed. It presented itself in the likeness of a great, gray, dull world—a brutal, superstitious, confused, and wrong-headed world, that hurt people and limited people unaccountably.
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