Wherein she differed but little from her young sisters. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. Jack, whose back was towards it, did not see it; but he heard, from the pitying exclamations of the crowd, that it was in view. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. "Do they treat you ill?" asked her son. He was asleep. “Just leave them with me for now, Clotilde. . ’ He moved to his friend and grasped his hand in a gesture as deliberately dramatic as the storytelling of mademoiselle.
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