I told her I was sick today and she told me to get over myself. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. The children made us slaves, and the men took advantage of it. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. Then his tiny bow mouth opened into an adoring smile. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. It presented a cleanshaven face with a large Corinthian nose, hair tremendously waving off the forehead and more chin and neck than is good for a man. . The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself.
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