His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. Sorry. She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse forestalled anything she might have said.
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