She made a curious movement toward her niece, then suddenly, convulsively, she dabbed down something lumpy on the table and turned to follow her brother. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. It was Annabel who spoke. She found the silence comforting, as old people often do. " "Have it, and welcome," rejoined Figg. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. ‘My name’s NOT More, Mr. ” He sidled toward her, but she recoiled from him, leaving him in possession of the hearth-rug. He is the kind of man who would much prefer a little dust in his eyes. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart.
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