” “Can’t we arrange something? Can’t we make a sort of treaty?” “He wouldn’t keep it. ‘Dunderhead. My only love is for my poor lost son. He would discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing clearness. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. He had hurt her.
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