Diane spoke first. I cannot live without you, Anna. But the morning brought courage again, and those first intimations of horror vanished completely from her mind. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. ’ She spoke with difficulty, holding down the rising emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. “Someone must have found it and taken good care of it. You cannot—shall not retreat. Regardless as the gentry of the Mint usually were (for, indeed, they had become habituated from their frequent occurrence to such scenes,) of any outrages committed in their streets; deaf, as they had been, to the recent scuffle before Mrs. I fought. ” “I don’t have power over men’s fates.
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