"Breathe at this phial," said Winifred. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. And now—Dear! Dear! The dayspring from on high hath visited me. ” The ants seemed to salute in attention. Even unbelieving biological demonstrators must respect decorum; and besides, you see—you were a student. She had told Emile. Her state of mind would have seemed altogether discreditable to her grandmother. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year.
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