This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. She leaned back in her chair. "So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch. “I must take them,” she said, to help herself over her own incredulity.
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