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    Software name: appdown
    Software type: Microsoft Framwork

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    Lanuage:Englist

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      Keeling failed to find any indication of singing in the wilderness here, nor had he got that particular sense of humour which could find provender for itself in these almost majestic structures of incoherence. At all times his wifes ideas ran softly into each other like the marks left by words on blotting paper; now they exhibited a somewhat greater energy and ran into each other with something of the vigour of vehicles moving in opposing directions.


      Mr Silverdale clasped his hands together.Have you seen the books? he said. Im almost ashamed to get a profit out of such muck. Beastly paper, beastly printing, and squash bindings. The more expensive they are, the more loathsome.


      Ive got to get hold of all you dear people, he said, grasping Alices long lean fingers in one hand,{105} and Mrs Keelings plump ones in the other and, kissing them both. What an hour of refreshment I have had. Blessings! Blessings!

      This, though the last of Mrs Fysons misdeeds, was not the first, and Mrs Keeling almost forgot the duty of thankfulness for blessings when she remembered that dreadful occasion. Shortly after Norahs final appearance in the evening, Mrs Fyson had called, and under the pretext of a digestion-visit after her dinner had hissed out a series of impertinent questions as to how it had all ended. Fool though she might be, Mrs Keeling was not of that peculiarly hopeless sort that confides domestic difficulties to the ears of gossips, and had with some appearance of astonishment merely said that she and Miss Propert had had a very pleasant chat while Mr Keeling was telephoning for a cab to take Miss Propert home. On which Mrs Fyson had looked exactly like a ferret and said, Did he bring her into your drawing-room? That was very clever!{179}

      Her husband decided that it was her mother she wished to talk about, and interrupted.


      Well, Im sure Alice must have thought it very odd your bringing your typewriter into my drawing-room, she said.

      There is little chance of that whenever you go, said he.

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      He was sorry she was going, but made no attempt to detain her, and presently she was walking back along the still sunny road with her brother.You can leave the ledger on this table when you have finished, he said.

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      Behind him, where he sat, ran a thick-set hedge of clipped hornbeams, bordering the asphalt walk that led through the graveyard. It was still in full leaf, and completely screened him from passengers going through the Close. There had been many passengers going along the path there, and he had heard a score of sentences spoken as they passed within a yard of him behind the hornbeam hedge. Sentence after sentence had entered his ears without being really conveyed to his brain. Then suddenly close behind him he heard a voice speaking very distinctly. It said this:

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      I should prefer that you came and were introduced to Mrs Keeling, he said. I think that is better.


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