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The Marchioness shook her head reprovingly. ``How do you know, Mr. Winsett? The spirit bloweth where it listeth.''
``List -- oh, list!'' interjected Dr. Carver in a stentorian murmur.
``But do sit down, Mr. Archer. We four have been having a delightful little dinner together, and my child has gone up to dress. She expects you; she will be down in a moment. We were just admiring these marvellous flowers, which will surprise her when she reappears.''
Winsett remained on his feet. ``I'm afraid I must be
-157-off. Please tell Madame Olenska that we shall all feel lost when she abandons our street. This house has been an oasis.''
``Ah, but she won't abandon you. Poetry and art are the breath of life to her. It is poetry you write, Mr. Winsett?''
``Well, no; but I sometimes read it,'' said Winsett, including the group in a general nod and slipping out of the room.
``A caustic spirit -- un peu sauvage. But so witty; Dr. Carver, you do think him witty?''
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