“I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. The hills surrounded her cave home protectively. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. “And so you have been thinking?” her father began, quoting her letter and looking over his slanting glasses at her. “It is against my husband’s orders, and I am not sure that my sister will be particularly glad to see me. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. The thought of the picture but added to her despondency. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes.
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