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So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. There was a man, a boy, and a woman. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. She remained on guard. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind.
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