She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. But it doesn’t alter the situation. "Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? By the powers! I'm glad to see you. "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.
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