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The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. . He then barred and double-locked the door, took out the key, (a precautionary measure which, with a grim smile, he said he never omitted,) thrust it into his vest, and motioning the couple to follow him, led the way to the inner room. It was not human and yet very human, a high pitched wail of hunger that rattled her skull. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. Across the blackboard the colored chalks flew like flights of variously tinted rockets as diagram after diagram flickered into being. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. You may have something to conceal, you may not. After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol. She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror. What!— you know so little of that child? She ran away from you. “Will he die?” she asked.
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