‘Jarvis Remenham was your mother’s father. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop. The blow had brought him back to the realm of sober thought. It is foolish, she murmured to herself, foolish. . Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. She hunted the markets for bread and treats so they could feast during the day. Cast off this weakness. The palanquin is hired and so is the procession. . White, I am not sure that I could afford to come to you.
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