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Gita, who, to use his own word, had pestered Mr. Donald for money to refurnish her house, had announced some time since that she had changed her mind.
"I suppose the house has changed it for me," she thought; she condescended to no explanation to her lawyer, whom she delighted in tormenting. "I've an idea its walls would fall in if I took too many liberties with its sacred traditions."