The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. “Do not force me to take you seriously,” she continued. And he, her lawful husband, dared not go to her and console her! Accursed—all of them— Enschede, Ruth, and himself. ’ She gave him a straight look.
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