“What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed. A young man turned to pay the cabman. “I am much obliged to you,” he said. “What have you been doing since our last talk? Still cutting up rabbits and probing into things? I’ve often thought of that talk of ours—often. "I believe I'll tear them up. I have given up painting. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. She felt he would tell people the way, control traffic, and refuse admission to public buildings with invincible correctness and the very finest explicit feelings possible. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. ‘But then again, possibly not.
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