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Updated: June 15, 2025
"I ask," said Zora, "because, since my return, he has seemed to look on Septimus as a sort of inspired creature. I begin to see things I never saw before." There was silence. Emmy gripped the mantelpiece and, head on arm, looked into the fire. Zora sat lost in her expanding vision. Presently Emmy said without turning round: "You mustn't turn away from me now for Septimus's sake.
There was a moment's silence, which was broken by Septimus's mild voice: "I think, by means of levers running down to the line and worked by the trains as they passed, I could invent a machine for throwing little boxes of samples from the board into the railway carriage windows." Emmy burst out laughing. "Come and show me how you would do it."
It is good of you." "I'm responsible for you to Zora." A shaft of jealousy shot through her tears. "You always think of Zora." "To think of her," replied Septimus, vaguely allusive, "is a liberal education." Emmy shrugged her shoulders. She was not of the type that makes paragons out of her own sex, and she had also a sisterly knowledge of Zora unharmonious with Septimus's poetic conception.
Sypher could not speak lest he should betray his knowledge of Septimus's secret, and Septimus could only murmur incoherent ineffectualities concerning the perfection of Emmy, the worthlessness of himself, and the diamond soul that lodged in Wiggleswick's forbidding body. Zora would not listen to unreason.
A moment or two later Sypher was admitted, by the orthodox avenues, into the room. He looked around him, his hands on his hips. "I wonder what on earth this would have been like if our dear lady hadn't had a hand in it." As Septimus's imagination was entirely scientific he could furnish no solution to the problem.
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