The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. Somebody to whom she would be necessary, who for days would have to depend upon her for the needs of life. Wood a very free-and-easy sort of stare, winked at Mr. Presently her aunt sighed deeply and looked at the clock. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. “I think,” he said, “that some one ought to warn her.
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