“You have not seen your sister lately,” he remarked. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle,
inescapably. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of
mote-swimming light. My son went down after his death. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. Do not let her think worse of me
than I deserve,—or even so ill. The way it had
happened was stupid, absurd. Well, after a time there came a fever in my blood. Vanity was a vice not just to be deprecated,
but effectively strangled at birth. That was the
inconvenience of it; her head was swimming. But after that it was easy. You’re a
lady. I may as well think. Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses
that lay hidden in her soul. I give you the plain,
unadulterated truth.
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