It was—in connection with this man Hill. Quite soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself. There was a round table covered, not with the usual “tapestry” cover, but with a plain green cloth that went passably with the wall-paper. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. Mary Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had taken her from this world. There was only one sound—the fall of the sea upon the main beach, and even that said: "Hush! Hush! Hus-s-sh!" Not a leaf stirred, not a shadow moved.
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