Blood dripped down one side of her forehead. He was so seldom wrong. "If I could only make you realize what you have done," he said, lamely. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. "If any one's to blame, it's me. 112 Sheila needed an early riser: a girl around the house to help cook and clean and walk the dog.
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