"Constance is yet living. ‘You can’t prove nothing. She was rash and ignorant, absolutely inexperienced. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the room. ‘It must seem strange to you at first. I was rude and stupid. Vorsack looked pale and pink. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. The relationship seemed to have almost as much to do with blood and body as a mortgage.
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