” Her aunt answered in a low voice: “I was engaged to him, dear, for seven years, and then he died. Everything in the world to live for!—fame that he could not reap, love that he must not take! What was all this pother about hell as a future state? By and by things began to stir on the table: little invisible things. “Lighten up. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. Promise me that you’ll contact the police if she ever calls you on the phone, or worse, shows up at your school. I’m behaving shockingly, I know. She was only a few yards from the door, but lacked the courage to rise and fly. “Some day,” she answered. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against.
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