He liked to draw her in, and she did her best to talk. For a time they were very difficult. Wood uttered something like an imprecation. "We have had a sad loss, my dear Winifred," he began,—"for I must use the privilege of an old friend, and address you by that familiar name,—we have had a sad loss in the death of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere. ” The idea struck him as novel. Come close to me, and let me hold your hand, dear. . " "Bless you for it. Occasionally she would be missing a sock or a bra, so she took to storing those things in her gym locker. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them. In his desire to be emphatic and to avenge himself for his over-night distresses, he speedily became brutal, more brutal than she had ever known him before. The novel danger of the situation enthralled him.
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