We may be all murdered in this unprotected place, and nobody be the wiser. I'm about to leave this country for ever. I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. "I must tell you," she was saying. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable.
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