"I say," retorted Edgeworth Bess, with a very unfeminine imprecation, "I shan't stand any more of that nonsense. Like appendicitis. “See you at school tomorrow. Her concluding paragraph was, on the whole, perhaps, hardly starchy enough. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. . Let us be gone. Lucy thought of herself as belonging to Sebastian whether she liked it or not. Go and live somewhere else.
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