’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. As it happens sometimes, the idea stepped down from the dream into the reality; and he saw it more clearly now than he had seen it in the dream. I am too weak to aid you. “You poor little girl!” he cried.
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