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150 grossness all Sybil's fineness, all her taste, ran up like a wave against a stone sea-jetty, and was broken against it, and the jetty did not know what it had done. She rose, conscious that she was trembling.

she said,

Bilton sat quite unmoved.

he said.

Sybil turned quickly round to him. She could not help showing her appreciation of this.

she said;

He rose.

he said.

she said.

said he;

Sybil shook hands with him.

she asked.

she asked.

When he had gone, she sat down without book, paper, or work, simply to think. Despite herself, and despite the disgust for him which, sown by that moment in Mrs. Emsworth's room, had grown up fungus-like in her mind, this