She
brought Sebastian’s chloroformed rag up to his face with
her right. Capes?” she heard her aunt saying. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining
fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the
boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic
situation and planning a course of action. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. Great stone staircases leading no one knew whither, and long
gloomy passages, impressed the occasional visitor with the idea that he was
traversing a building of vast extent; and, though this was not the case in reality,
the deception was so cleverly contrived that it seldom failed of producing the
intended effect. “You are a thousand times more beautiful,” he said, “than anything else could
be. I believe I am doomed to be an
old maid. A series of photographs were taken of them: her
on the stairs, the couple of them on the stairs, the couple
of them in the kitchen, him pinning a red rose corsage
with great care and acute sexual frustration. Not far from the entrance, on the left,
was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling,
formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with
broad-headed nails. Again the chalky pallor spread
even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. This service rendered,
without waiting for any farther order, she withdrew. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the
door. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain
unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors.
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