The chromatic fiction with which he relieved his mind glanced but slightly at
this aspect of life, and never with any quality of guidance. I wonder what
men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE
thought of them, really showed them what WE were. The other was to go into business—into a
photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop. Wood—and
after him came his daughter. When the paroxysm passed,
he was forced to lean against the window-jamb for support. ’
‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother?
With deliberation, he spoke. His glasses were gone. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better
underneath. But what would her aunt think of Teddy’s recent off-hand suggestion of
marriage? What would she think of the Widgett conversation? Suppose she was
to tell her aunt quietly but firmly about the parasitic males of degraded crustacea.
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