My mother shall never degrade herself by a connection with you. It had neither succumbed to her nor wrathfully overwhelmed her. He stood up abruptly and went to the window. “I won’t pretend,” he said, “that this is an accident. In the presence of the husband of his mistress Rollo was always dignifiedly cheerful, but he never leaped or cavorted as he did when alone with Ruth. The picture might easily apply to The Tigress: outwardly disreputable, but richly and comfortably appointed below. 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.
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