It had ceased to beat. ‘They cannot help it. Stanley pointed to the letter with a pipe he had drawn from his jacket pocket. I cannot tell you much about it, but my bad times are over for the present. The passion of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again.
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