It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. CHAPTER III. She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron. The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was almost buried beneath the pile. He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude even to himself.
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