She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. The world had grown
dark and wide, and she was very small. He made it more and more evident to her that her proper
course was not to earn a salary but to accumulate equipment. “The wrappered life-discipline! One comes to that at last. ”
“But how?”
“I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going
to be a grandfather!’”
“Yes. Her patience was waning fast. After a brief conversation, which Sheppard
sustained with his accustomed liveliness, the old man turned to Bess and
addressed a few words of common-place gallantry to her. ,
like to forget all about it—even their names. “I hope that whatever your plans may be, you will give me the
opportunity of seeing something of you now and then. What would it be without
that safeguard?”
Ogilvy pursued his own topic. "
"I'll bring you an armful this afternoon. Drink this!”
He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. . She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one
end.
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