The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. By the time she was done, the bodies in the bathtub were gathering flies. In her case the barrier was not selfishness but the perception that her interest would be misinterpreted, naturally. Babies and females have got to keep hold of somebody or go under—anyhow, for the next few generations. He declined to come in. And now the fiend Gosse had taken even that away from her. It might as well be Melusine herself. Ennison’s signet-ring had cut nearly to the bone. Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. "What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. . Yet the fact remains that you do not understand me at all. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot.
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