She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. “It’s the spring,” he said. We men are like children. ” “Oh, neat. There must be something, one feels, in ideas that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents the development of an easy friendship. ‘Your niece, ma’am. ” “That sounds very interesting,” she answered coolly. Odd, but he had never thought of the beach until this girl (who looked as if she had stepped out of the family album) referred to it with a familiarity which was as astonishing as it was profoundly sad. Gerald raised a questioning eyebrow. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly. . She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover.
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