You don’t have to live forever to understand that. She thought of leaving the Beck house less and less these days, though the suitcase remained packed underneath her creaky bed. Bu I can speak to that point. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. It was no marriage at all. “But a boy—a boy goes out into the world and presently stands on his own feet. . My death, probably. One trouble, however, shot its slanting bolts athwart the shining warmth of that opening day and marred its perfection, and that was the thought of her father.
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