The Craze of Christina — page 22: what you’re looking at

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18 The Craze of Christina. that Docker asked nothing better than to be given carte blanche to undertake the whole business. He wondered if he should be driven to this in the end, out of sheer desperation? It would save him a world of trouble and bother, no doubt, but no! he thought that he could not, would not, bring himself to plant the hated Docker’s foot so heavily as this upon his own neck!—he would not fall so low yet, he would make a fight for his freedom first! even if he should have to come to it in time; and with the possibility he shuddered anew. We none of us know what we may have to come to in this world! He walked across to the one tall dust-be- erimed window which Docker had unshuttered, and stood with his back to the room and to his detested butler, staring gloomily out upon the winter landscape with his hands thrust deep down into his trousers pockets. An Italian gardon lay in front of him. The formal tile-edged flower-beds were mapped out into hideous symmetrical patterns, and were now nothing but bare squares and lozenges of earth, like new-made graves. Out of them sprouted at intervals about a dozen broken and blackened stone statues of heathen gods and goddesses, nymphs and satyrs, amongst whom Gomicbooks.co