Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. What was the wench at? Yet he could not maintain this stand off forever. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. With this view, he suffered him to pass on. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. Anything that drew attention to her must be avoided. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. Its walled heaved with black mildew and sea-salt. “Nigel, don’t you understand. . In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality. Just an idea of mine.
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