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Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those
who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me
comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till
my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no
avail. A deadlock. He’s a
salesman for AT and T, but he’s never made a lot of
money. ”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings. Such was
the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly
stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and
ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled,
ashamed of her previous obtuseness. ‘Shocked you, have I? We weren’t mealy-mouthed in my
day, my boy. ”
Her elation teetered in mid-air for a second, then
began to flutter down around her like a badly-built house
of cards. Earles would
permit. He was carelessly dressed, and there were
marks of unrest upon his features. “But, dear, think! He is your father. "But bring your glim this way.
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