” She distantly remembered moments in childhood spent in phobic trance, when her father had told her God was punishing sinners in Hell. " Ruth brushed her eyes with one hand and with the other signed for the spinster to stop. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. Here was not the individual against whom she had been warned. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy. "Away with him!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, impatiently.
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