Reluctantly she found him beguiling after he had eaten. “What is the good of talking?” said her brother. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. It was dry, as if she had powdered it. This niggardliness compelled him to cross and recross streets.
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