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machine-that's too heavy for the cart, so the boy
will come back for it with the delivery wagon.
Would you just open the door for me, please?"
"No, I won't ! Not at all. You don't need her to make curtains. I can't have this room changed if I'm going to work here. He can take the sewing- machine-yes. But put her back on the chest where she belongs, please. She does very well there." St. Peter had got to the door, and stood with his back against it.
Augusta rested her burden on the edge of the chest.
"But next week I'll be working on Mrs. St. Peter's clothes, and I'll need the forms. As the boy's here, he'll just wheel them over," she said soothingly.
"I'm damned if he will! They shan't be wheeled. They stay right there in their own place. You shan't take away my ladies. I never heard of such a thing!"
Augusta was vexed with him now, amd a little ashamed of him. "But, Professor, I can't work without my forms. They've been in your way all these years, and you've always complained of them, so don't be contrary, sir."
"I never complained, Augusta. Perhaps of certain disappointments they recalled, or of cruel
biological necessities they imply-but of them individually, never! Go and buy some new ones for
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