I was the black sheep, I was hurried
out of the way. And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa
at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing
at meals—and a general feeling of insecurity and futility. I shan't let you off a farthing. Something
insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man
was there. "
"I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor
mother's account than my own. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with
her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. Out of all this we
have struck a sort of harmony. ”
“I know. And in those days, too, he
used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood
on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall.
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