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I daresay she was a bit
fagged. But if she's interested in her work, what does that matter?
I wonder whether she's looked out all these references?'
And walking over to the one neat table In the room he surveyed it.
There were some sheets lying on it mostly covered with an excellent
Greek script, which he turned over. Suddenly he swooped on one of
them.
'Hullo! That line's wrong. Won't scan. Trusted to her memory, I
suppose. Didn't look it up. And yesterday I caught her out in her
accents. Women play the devil with accents. But she writes a pretty
Greek. Eh? What?' For he had become aware of the re-entry of
Levasseur, who was standing at his elbow.
''Fraid I can't stay now,' said that person. 'I've promised to pick
up some wounded at the station to-night.'
'You--wounded!--what do you mean?' said the Squire, turning upon
him.
Levasseur's large, thin-lipped mouth showed what seemed an habitual
grin.
'I'd been getting so unpopular, it was becoming a nuisance. Line of
least resistance, you understand.


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