All this according to Mr.Blunt, who gave us all those details with a sort of languid zest covering a secret irritation.
"Apart from that, you know," went on Mr.Blunt, "all she knew of the world of men and women (I mean till Allegre's death) was what she had seen of it from the saddle two hours every morning during four months of the year or so.

Absolutely all, with Allegre self-denyingly on her right hand, with that impenetrable air of guardianship.

Don't touch! He didn't like his treasures to be touched unless he actually put some unique object into your hands with a sort of triumphant murmur, 'Look close at that.' Of course I only have heard all this.

I am much too small a person, you understand, to even.

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