It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own. Rhea writhed and scuttled about like a crab. Arrived beneath an aperture in the broken roof, he was preparing to pass through it, when he observed a little heap of tiles upon the floor, which appeared to have been recently dislodged. He had forgiven everybody. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind.
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