The servants had left the room. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. “Pellissier,” she repeated thoughtfully. Oh, I think I understand, Annabel. Suppose he stopped all her allowance, made it imperative that she should either stay ineffectually resentful at home or earn a living for herself at once. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. It was in fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. It was then for the first time she remembered that she had said nothing to her sister of the man in the hospital.
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