“You poor child!” he said; “don’t
you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and
affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. "I find I was in
error. She formed a wild resolution, and, lest she
should waver from it, she set about at once to realize it. ”
There was a long silence. Any man
might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to
care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried
in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion
and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present
it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal
description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those
valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a
swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of
determined women at war with the universe. He would never recognize me now. But, no.
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