. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. He knew that tragedy was as blind as justice, that it struck the child and the grown-up impartially. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. Go to her and tell her.
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