” “And what do you think I ought to do?” “Exactly!” He lifted a paper-weight and dabbed it gently down again. " Pain was stabbing him, now here, now there; pain was real enough; but he could not establish as a fact in his throbbing brain the presence of his aunt in the doorway. The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. Submission to the inevitable carried her through the circumstances of her appearance before the magistrate. He says only that he must tie up all the loose ends. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. “I don’t know much about the technique of music,” he said at last, with his eyes upon her.
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