“I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. A sense of loss was amongst us.
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