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Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. "Well, I'm not far from the mark. ” She shook her head. ‘Laisse-moi. ” Her mind drifted into a speculation about her sister. " No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he fainted. \"Stop smiling, you're scaring me. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. He waited for hours after dusk but she never arrived. It distressed and confused her that the girl should not come to her. “But, forgive me, you are tired.
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