I hope this is all. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. “You heard no pistol-shot?” “None. I wish some one would kill Ramage by accident!. . Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. She would not be driven in by this persistent, sneaking aggression. Anna followed her finger, and looked back into her sister’s face. What would happen to her? Would her soul be shaken, twisted, hypnotized?—as it had been those other times? Music—that took out of her the sense of reality, whirled her into the clouds, that gave to her will the directless energy of a chip of wood on stormy waters. In a very definite sense we are in the wrong —hopelessly in the wrong.
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