She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. His legs were fine and strong, he told her that he had been a warrior in ancient times, to which she snorted in disgust. I somehow understood. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. Then he opened the study door and called “Mollie!” and returned to assume an attitude of authority on the hearthrug, before the blue flames and orange glow of the gas fire. One of the reasons why I decline to talk is this: that boy's punishment will be enough. I'll forgive him if he does. 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. I suppose because it IS the chief thing in life.
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