“I have spoken too many truths to-night. His aunt, here at McClintock's? It was unbelievable. As he pocketed it, her open palm reached out and slapped his cheek. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. “I don’t know where to go to. It was a mass of knick-knacks. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father.
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