For a few minutes he kept them at bay. I won't dig their graves with my nails. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. If you’ve got anything to say, you must say it to your aunt—” “But look here, daddy!” He flapped the Times at her with an imperious gesture. She felt anger at Sebastian, anger at the thrill that she felt in her loins upon seeing him, anger at herself for never having the courage to end her own life. Never had she seemed to him so much like Anna. Still, something had marked the face, something had left an indelible touch. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated.
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