She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. " "Mr. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. ” “I thought I explained—” “Come home!” Ann Veronica shrugged her shoulders. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate.
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