It reminded her viscerally of her subhuman status, stripped away of the pretenses of art, intellect, and nicety. It seemed to him that speech would be an anticlimax. All the events of the previous day rushed to his recollection; and though he had been unintentionally the cause of his mother's death, he reproached himself as severely as if he had been her actual murderer. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. ’ I said. I'm not noble; so my honourable ancestors will not turn over in their graves.
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