“Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint. Analysis would come later, when the primitive conscience, satisfied, would cease to dominate his thought and action. Would she ever find it? Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes. There is light enough from the sun,’ she said, relieved. A dozen books lay upon the counterpane.
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