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It had been discussed in silence. Sometimes at sea a skipper will order his men to trim, batten down the hatches, and clear the deck of all litter. See? Nothing really. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in. ‘You ain’t got nothing on me. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust. “Surely!” he remarked, with an expression of worried appeal. In the present case it did not matter, as there was no one else within earshot. “A nice time of anxiety you’ve given me, young lady,” he said, as he entered the room. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream.
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