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And then they both stopped, and at the same moment saw Rose and Arthur seated on the stile.©ç夥ؤ¢½¤±¤The Doctor harked back in his mind to the beginning of their talk. "But you objected to[Pg 200] my house," he mused, "that was how the discussion arose. And now we've got somewhere up in the stars."ÃÚ¥¤¤¤ØÉdàï�¤¥Ó¥¥¤

"Ah!" screamed the Doctor, dancing round the room, and forgetting even God in his agony. "What have I done? What have I done?"Í¥òòÀ§¤"Would you object," said the Clockwork man, "to having all your difficulties solved for you?"òÄè¥�Áí©

"Oh," said Arthur, his mouth opening wide. And then he stammered quickly, "that noise, you know."¥¥¯¤ª[Pg 211]¤¥¤¸ß饦¤¥±ç"I want to grasp things," he resumed, "I want to grasp you. So far as I can judge, I see before me—a constable—minion of the law—curious relic—primitive stage of civilisation—order people about finite world—lock people up—finite cell."ß⤥¥

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Rose Lomas stood at the open window of her bedroom. Her bare arms and shoulders gleamed softly in the twilight. One hand held her loosened hair on the top of her head, and the other pressed a garment to her chest.¨±¤×Þ¥¤She gripped the girl's arm with fearful force. A strong man would have had no more firm a clasp. Hetty winced under the pain, but no cry escaped her lips. There was some dark mystery here, some evil connexion between the desolation of the Corner House and the brilliant establishment in Lytton Avenue. Else why would Countess Lalage have been so far from the centre of the small world called Society?¤ì¥ï¥ÑÚÞ"Was there a loud noise?" asked Gregg.«¤¤¤¤¥

Presently his reverie was abruptly disturbed by a faint noise, strangely familiar although remote. It seemed to reach him from the right, as though something crept slowly along the hedge line, hidden from his view. It was a soft, purring sound, very regular and sustained. At first he thought it was the cry of a pheasant, but decided that it was much too persistent. It was something that made a noise in the process of walking along.ÞÔ¥¥¤¤¥Î"What's all this mean?" he growled to an equally indigent neighbour. There was a clatter and clash of harness as carriage after carriage drove up. "This ain't quite Park Lane, guv'nor."c¤Ýí¥"I can't bear you not to have me," she sobbed. "It's cruel. It ought to be arranged. People ought to understand."¤Úëáèà¤

"Alright," said Arthur, standing at the gate, "buck up."¥©àÊíÌ¥¤Ý�À¤¤¤¥¼«I said suppose it should be negative. "Oh, it won't!" exclaimed both he and Harry. "When it comes to the very point--"¡¥Ý¤ª¥¥¥

Musical Notationե׸É�½¥¿¸×µ¥¤ªÂ"There's only one woman for me, and that is the woman who will marry me. Nay, don't lecture me, Mrs. Masters. I perceive the admonishment leaping to your eye. I am determined to approach this question of matrimony in the spirit of levity which you admit is my good or evil genius. Life is a comedy, and in order to shine in it one must assume the r?le of the buffoon who rollicks through the scenes, poking fun at those sober-[Pg 120]minded folk upon whose earnestness the very comedy depends. I will marry in jest and repent in laughter."¥¤æ¥¤è¤´¤ç