She remained stonily in the middle of the hallway until the spinsters' door shut them from view … for ever. Wood. Behind the poet came Sir James Thornhill. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. Blueskin and the Minters were dragging Wood to the pump.
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