“A silly little priestess who knew nothing of life at all until she came to you. ” His face darkened. Little more’n a week. Speedily recovering himself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, "You are mistaken, Sir. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against.
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