"My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. But she had spent nearly half of it, and had no conception of how such a sum could be made good again. ” “No,” she moaned, “not that. She laughed as the deluge seemed to grow worse with every step. “Bother it all!” she swore. “Oh Christ! How old were you?” “Just—well, I was young. Prudence.
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