Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father. A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress. " "I am calm—quite calm, Rowland," she answered, with lips whose agitation belied her words. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. All the turnkeys were assembled. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. I need not counsel you to avoid those fatal courses which have placed you in such fearful jeopardy. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents.
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