“I never dreamt!” she said. ’
She was silent for a space, and it was evident that this part of the story was
still too painful to be recalled with ease. . The visitor was the hotel
manager, who respectfully announced that the doctor was ready for her. She could no longer wait. She thought of an old
abandoned barn that she could inhabit further downriver,
but shrugged off the idea in disdain. “Everybody
seems to have it now. Eh? Banging against the old rollers—that'll put some
life into us both. “Nor am I going to,” she answered, smiling. "Ay, ay," rejoined Sheppard; "he may do what he pleases,—hang me, if he thinks
proper,—if you wish it. ”
She was cowed by the three dead faces that seemed to
scream at her to restore order by any means possible,
even if it meant forgetting the children of the whore and
all the events that had led to her unfortunate situation. One of those hanging moments ensued—
hypnotic. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching
the trees being blown bare by the gale force. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. I am a man—of a sort of experience.
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