She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. ‘Quick, Gérard. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. Tight. My late husband, I mean. They flash to and fro, they thrill us with expectancy. Oh, peste, he will ruin all. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. He spent a good deal more money and time than he could afford upon the little room at the top of the house, in producing new lapidary apparatus and new microscopic accessories and in rubbing down slices of rock to a transparent thinness and mounting them in a beautiful and dignified manner. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road.
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