The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. "Oh God! she is dying," exclaimed Jack in a voice suffocated by emotion. “Oh, damn!” he said. You don’t understand. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again.
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