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I overheard Mrs. Wang tell her son that he must not forget he was to take her about the middle of the afternoon.
"If you think she is to be foisted off on me, you are greatly mistaken," Miss Minchin gasped.
The music passed in an instant, as the first bars of sudden music always did, over the fantastic fabrics of his mind, dissolving them painlessly and noiselessly as a sudden wave dissolves the sandbuilt turrets of children.
"That last remark struck me as so particularly true.
