” He relapsed into a stony silence. They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. "But I dread the effect your departure may have upon your poor mother. He was a philosopher. I’ve had my time and lost my chances. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. We tolerate you for your genius, that's a fact. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort.
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